Chapter 13

'What plan?"
Dylan wondered. He waited for answers.

'The guy told me she has started being vulnerable to him. She opens up early, and she trusts people quickly. It's the reason I came up with the secret admirer plan; once they start getting romantically involved, we'll take pictures for evidence and that's where you come in as her husband. Alexia is so soft and she accepts blame easily. You accuse her of cheating and boom, she feels guilty. You'll use the opportunity to make her sign all of her properties to you. Alexia fears being alone, she will sign everything to you." Clarissa uttered belligerently.

Dylan's heart paused for a millisecond hearing what she said. He widened his eyes at such a devious plan. How could they be so evil? How could they think of using her weakness against her?

Fuck! This was one of the reasons he hated emotions. Emotion makes you weak, your enemies will be able to get you with that weakness.

Alexia didn't deserve it.
Alexia was one of the nicest and kindest people in the world. Dylan clenched his fist, ready to land them on Clarissa's and Henry's faces, but he decided against it.
He stood and walked out.
It seemed Clarissa was so engrossed with Henry that she didn't notice Dylan.

Dylan walked to his car and drove back to the company. His office was not far from that of Alexia because they are partners in the company. He sat on his seat playing with his pen. He was thinking about it. Not only that, but he was thinking about her.
'I should tell her." He thought.

'She needs to know about the people around her. I cannot believe Clarissa and that nitwit would plan such against her. That's the highest level of wickedness I have seen!" He clicked his tongue and turned around.

Standing up, he walked to the balcony, he looked at the side where Alexia's balcony was also located. She was standing there but she was too engrossed with looking into space that she didn't even realise that he was looking at her
He took his time to look at her well. Her hair was packed in a bun. She wore leather trousers with boots coupled with a brown leather jacket.

She looked gorgeous, her face was calm, but sshe was going through a lot. Dylan pitied her, he knew if he told her about Clarissa's and Henry's plan she wouldn't believe him and even if she does, she would be so heartbroken.

Already engrossed with staring at her face, his mind trace back to their past.
Every time she saw him, she would smile and jump all around him, kissing and hugging him as though he were her god. She was always excited around him.

When she took over her mother's company and realized Dylan was going to be her partner, she was grinning from ear to ear. She even ordered for their office to be just beside each other. Alexia ordered for a secret door to be made, so they could come to see each other anytime they like.

She made so many plans.
She was really in love with him. He knew she was in love with him, he knew her love was genuine. He knew she was the kindest girl he had ever met. Likewise, he knew but yet, he chose to be in love with Kylie, Kylie who was the polar opposite of Alexia.

Emotions built up in him. He began to feel worst for what he did to her. All she wanted was to love and be loved, but all she got in return was betrayal. Betrayal by everyone she trusted and loved.

Just then, Alexia turned around. Dylan hid quickly behind the walls so that Alexia wouldn't see him. It was until she walked back into her office that he stopped hiding. Then, he sauntered back into his office as well.

Almost sitting down, his door flung open. Alexia walked in through the door, she looked fierce and hot.

'I know what you are doing, Dylan!" she uttered and walked to the front of his table. She laid her hand on his table and bent to look at him, like some investigator interrogating him.

Dylan was astounded.
'What do you mean?" he asked.

Alexia thought about it over and over again. She decided that it was time to put an end to it. She was married now, to one of the best men in the world. Cheating on him like this wouldn't be nice, she has to put an end to whatever feelings she had and the games he was playing.

'You broke up with me for my friend and now, you're trying to get me back by sending sick messages and being my secret admirer? Do you really think I'm dumb? You think I wouldn't know, right? Too bad, you failed because I found out!" She yelled into his face, which made Dylan crack a laugh.

She tried to look fierce, but her face looked like that of a barbie. Furthermore, she had a baby cute face so whenever she was mad, she would look like she was trying to swallow a dumpling.

‘You think I am your secret admirer?!' Dylan asked, looking at her. She continued to talk, and all he thought about was her gullible act. How can she even think he was the secret admirer? Dylan was a playboy, yes, but he would never do it secretly.

‘I'm not the secret admirer, dummy! Your friend and husband planned that secret admirer to frame you to cheating on your husband. Hence blaming you and turn you into a dummy for your freaking wealth! Why are you so dumb?!' He thought, wishing he could say it to her out loud, but she would break. She would literally die if he told all that to her, and he didn't want that.

Dylan smiled and stood. He walked closer to her, while she watched as he came closer. His tall stature made her look up and stood straight, removing her hand from the table.

'I have been waiting for you to find out about it." He uttered, looking straight into her eyes. He closed the space between them. He bent his head a little to level with her.

'Now that you have found my intentions, there is no need to be secretive about it anymore." He whispered. The air that emitted from his mouth touched her exposed neck. She swallowed as his breath did wonders to her.

She blinked her eyes rapidly, wishing she could push him away, but she couldn't. She couldn't because she wanted this, she wanted this so much, and she cried every night for this, although it was so wrong.

He moved his face in proximity to hers.
Her eyes instantly flew to them. She swallowed hard, she wanted it. She wanted his lips on hers. She wanted to feel good.
She hadn't felt good in months now.
She was used to him making her feel so good and right.

She could feel the wetness in her pant.
How could a man who broke her heart have so much control over her? Only the words of his mouth could make her wet. Her hands shook, but she kept them under control. They wanted to be in his curly dark hair, playing and rolling them between her fingers.

'Why are you not saying anything?" he moved closer to her. His hand gently laid on her waist, his fingers doing the trick on them. His little action made her swallow tightly, the knot in her stomach tightened and tingles scattered all over.

Fuck!
Touch me, Dylan.
I want you.
I want you to make me feel so fvcking good.
I need you inside of me doing wonders.
I need to feel you inside of me, Dylan.
Why is it so hard to get what I want, Dylan?!

She thought, looking at his face.
She looked at his pink lips, she wanted them on hers. She wanted his lips on hers. She wanted his lips on her nipples, which were already hardened. She wanted his lips down there.

Snap out of it, Alexia!
Her subconscious snapped her out of it.
At this time Dylan's hand was already caressing her waist. He moved to her stomach and gently caress it, moving upwards, almost undoing her button.

'Stop it, Dylan!" she yelled at his face and took two weak steps backward.

'You shouldn't be touching me, I am a married woman!" she yelled to his face and walked out.
It took all the strength she had to resist him. It took a lot of strength to resist Dylan.
Dylan watched her until she went out of sight.
She just resisted me? He thought, shocked.

Only one woman was capable of resisting him, it was Kylie. Kylie alone was the woman that resisted him, his touch, and his dick.