My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 73

Julian gave me a fond glance. "She was my neighbor when we were kids—always crying."

"Childhood sweethearts, huh? Seems like fate. If anything happens, be sure to let me know," I teased.

"Director Calloway, don’t get any funny ideas. Vivienne and I are just friends," Julian replied with a grin.

He knew where to draw the line, especially since I now had a boyfriend.

"I get it, I get it. These days, everyone’s just ‘friends’," the assistant director chimed in.

Alexander raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting coolly between Julian and me. He furrowed his brow slightly.

He had already warned her—she and Julian were not a match!

Had she not listened at all? Was she really so enamored with Julian?

"Alexander."

"Alexander?"

"Hmm? What did you say?" Alexander snapped back to reality, looking at Isabella.

Isabella’s eyes darkened as she leaned toward him, whispering in his ear. "Don’t you think Vivienne and Julian make a good couple? If you two divorce, it wouldn’t be so bad if Vivienne and Julian ended up together."

Alexander immediately shook his head. "No. They’re not right for each other."

"How do you know they’re not a match?"

"I’ve looked into their work and personalities."

Seeing Alexander and Isabella whispering so intimately made my heart tighten. I lowered my gaze, feeling a pang of discomfort.

The waiter started bringing dish after dish, quickly filling the table. Everyone began helping themselves, no one holding back.

Julian picked up a piece of foie gras and placed it on my plate. "Try this."

"Thank you."

I took a bite, the unique flavor rich and savory. "Not bad."

Julian was so attentive, always picking out my favorite dishes.

As he watched us interact, Alexander’s expression darkened even further.

"Alexander, could you help me reach that? I can’t quite get it," Isabella said, her voice laced with subtle malice.

It was the second time she had noticed Alexander zoning out.

"Sure."

"If you need more, just let me know."

His attention split for a moment, and he refilled her plate once it was empty.

I watched him, that familiar tenderness in his movements, and couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter. A self-deprecating smile tugged at my lips.

Halfway through the meal, I stood up and excused myself. "I’m going to the restroom."

The men’s and women’s restrooms were connected, and outside, there were shared washbasins for dry and wet separation.

I came out of the stall, washed my hands, and quickly touched up my makeup in the mirror.

Just as I was finishing, Alexander walked in. Seeing me adjusting my makeup, he stepped behind me, his hands resting on the sink, effectively trapping me in the small space of his embrace.

I jumped in surprise and met his eyes in the mirror. "What are you doing?"

"I need to talk to you."

I didn’t feel like hearing him right now. I put my makeup away in my bag and turned to leave. "I’m going back..."

But before I could take a step, Alexander lowered his head and sealed his lips to mine, his large hand pulling me against him, pressing me against the sink. His lips and tongue tangled with mine.

I was confused. He had come to see Isabella, hadn’t he? Why was he now so drawn to me?

Seeing me so close to Julian seemed to stir something inside him. It felt like thousands of ants crawling under his skin.

Perhaps it was because he’d warned me that Julian and I weren’t right for each other, but I had dismissed it. His goodwill had been ignored, and that left him frustrated.

I pushed against his chest, struggling. "Mm... stop, I need to go back."

Alexander frowned, tightening his arms around me, one hand holding the back of my head, his tongue invading my mouth with reckless passion.

My lips were swollen, and I struggled to catch my breath. Finally, Alexander released me.

I glared at him, irritated, then checked my reflection in the mirror. My lips were definitely not as they had been.

Alexander chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my temple, his gaze locked on my reflection. He gently touched my lips with his finger. "You look even better this way."

"Let me go, I need to get back."

"Back? Back to showing off your affection with Julian?" His voice was low, laced with an edge. "Vivienne, I’ve warned you, you two aren’t right for each other..."

I furrowed my brow. What did he mean by ’showing off affection’?

"Don’t talk about me and Julian—aren’t you like that with Isabella?"

"It’s different."

I scoffed. "How is it different? Aren’t you here to see Isabella?"

"I know you’re here," he said, his voice low and bitter.

Gabriella had told him I was here to visit Julian.

He had planned to come pick me up, but Isabella’s call had made him act on impulse.

Alexander cupped my chin, forcing me to turn my face slightly. Then, without warning, he kissed me again, his other hand trailing down my body, caressing me.

I felt my body weaken, and without thinking, I leaned against his chest.

My fingertips brushed against something damp.

Alexander released my lips and, holding me close, walked me into the bathroom, finding a stall and stepping inside. “Let me take care of this for you.”

“No... no need...” My face flushed bright red.

This... this was too absurd.

It was broad daylight—how could we be doing this here?

Alexander noticed my hesitation and gave a soft smile. “Don’t make a sound.”

He pushed me gently against the door, his hot breath scattering across my neck as his fingers slipped inside.

“But... but there are people waiting for us in the VIP room...”

“Let them wait.”

I fell silent, closing my eyes and biting my lip, trying to stifle any sounds.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of the pregnancy or because Alexander’s skills had been improving, but I found myself wanting more than ever.

The realization made me uneasy.

This wasn’t like me!

“What are you thinking about?”

Alexander noticed I seemed distracted.

I was in his arms, yet I couldn’t focus. Was I thinking about Julian? Did I like him that much?

Was Julian the one I’d been waiting for all along?

The thought darkened his mood. His expression turned stormy. His grip tightened, and his movements grew more urgent.

“Please... be gentle...”

The words barely left my lips when everything rushed in a wave.

“Mmm...” I couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping, my body trembling.

“Alright, let’s go.” Alexander pulled away, his tone dismissive.

I stayed pressed against the door, unable to move. My legs felt too weak to support me. I leaned against the door to steady myself and stepped out of the stall.

Alexander was at the sink, washing his hands with meticulous care, casting a glance at me as he did.

My face turned crimson.

I quickly left the bathroom and returned to the VIP room, taking a seat.

Julian looked at me, confused. “Why did you take so long?”

“I wasn’t feeling well,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Not feeling well? Should we go to the hospital?”

“No, it’s just a small issue.”

Isabella shut her eyes, recalling the moment she’d seen Alexander leave, going into the bathroom to find me. What she witnessed made her want to tear Vivienne apart!

But she had to endure.

Isabella clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks. With a smile that was both mocking and cold, she asked, “Vivienne, what happened to your lips?”

“They were bitten by a mosquito.”

The assistant director chimed in, “It’ll be fine once the weather cools down. No more mosquitoes.”

“Right.”

Just then, Alexander returned and sat down, looking at the others. “Sorry, I ran into an old acquaintance and got delayed.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Director Calloway said with a smile.

I forced a smile, thinking how his excuse sounded much better than my “not feeling well.”

Suddenly, I stiffened, almost imperceptibly glancing down at the table.

The toe of Alexander’s leather shoe brushed against my calf.

I subtly shifted my position.

A moment later, the cool tip of his shoe slid up my leg again.

He was adding food to Isabella’s plate. “I remember you like this. Eat more.”

Isabella smiled. “It’s too much. I can’t finish it. You help me.”

“Sure.”

I shot him a glare.

He didn’t pull back; instead, his shoe slowly slid higher.

How had I never noticed it before? Alexander was so... relentless.

The torment lasted throughout lunch and finally ended.

The other four were heading back to the set.

Isabella tugged at Alexander’s sleeve, reluctant to let go.

Alexander opened the car door for her, helping her in.

Isabella paused at the door, glancing at me. “Alexander, my birthday’s coming up. I was thinking of celebrating it properly...”