One Night Stand With Alexander Blackwood-Chapter 44 — Forty-four

Alexander’s POV

I knew I shouldn’t have threatened her, but I genuinely had no other option. There was no way I could make her agree. She seemed hell-bent on rejecting the promotion.

When I saw the fear flash through her eyes, my hands had clenched into fists and only one thought flashed through my mind: I was a villain.

My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I picked it, and saw that it was a message from my mother..

[Family dinner. 7pm. Don’t you dare miss it.]

I read the message over and over again, and I tugged at my tie. I hadn’t been in contact with my mom ever since the ruckus she caused at the company. I knew she was forcing me back home through this dinner.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind.

My eyes flicked over to Serena who was arranging her workspace, and I suddenly had an idea.

I picked up the intercom, and instructed; "my office. Now!"

A few seconds later, Serena was standing opposite me, and her expression didn’t look too good... it was terrible.

"Mr. Blackwood," she forced a smile onto her lips, but I knew, if given the opportunity, she could fire a bullet through my skull.

"I have dinner to attend tonight. You’ll be my date." I informed her. I wasn’t asking for her opinion, I was telling her.

I knew it was not the right thing to do, but Serena filled my head daily. I wanted her close to me every single time.

"What? No!" She rejected without thinking. "My job is to be your assistant, here in the office. I do not need to accompany you on commitments outside of the company."

My lips curled upwards slowly. I was laughing internally. This little kitten seemed to know and was eager to fight for her rights.

"Miss. Wilson, it seems you are misunderstanding the real duties of an executive assistant." I started, rising to my feet.

My hands were pocketed as I walked towards her. It seemed she was scared of me as she took steps backwards. But with each step she took backwards, I covered it with an equal stride.

Soon, her back hit the wall and she had nowhere to run to.

"You..." She stuttered, pointing a finger at me. "Stay back." She warned, her voice trembling.

I caught the finger as her eyes snapped open in shock.

"What do you have to say?" I leaned into her ears, my breath brushing against her ears.

I could hear her heart racing. Her breath also hitched.

Her lips parted open, but she couldn’t find the right words to speak.

"Mr. Blackwood, I suggest you stay back." Her voice was firmer this time.

"And if I don’t?" My voice dropped low, dangerously low. When she was distracted, I pulled her to myself by her waist as I looked down at her.

Her big doe eyes stared at me widely. She was surprised by my move. But I didn’t care. Ever since I saw her in the elevator today, I had wanted to have her in my arms.

"Mr. Blackwood, this... this isn’t appropriate." Her eyes were closed as she forced out her words.

"Tell me," I began, playing with her hair at the same time. "What’s appropriate?"

"This is an office. We shouldn’t engage in things like these." She swallowed.

"But this is my office. I can do whatever I wish to do." I whispered into her ears, nibbling on her earlobes.

She shuddered in response. My whole body trembled in excitement. I was able to elicit such a reaction from her, it made my whole body burn.

"What do you want from me?" She trembled as she asked, letting out a breathy sigh afterwards..

"I just want you to attend the dinner with me. That’s all." I answered.

"Fine, if I promised to attend, would you let me go?" She bargained with me.

I chuckled at her cute act. "Definitely."

She let out a deep breath. "Fine. I’d go with you." She agreed.

I finally let her go having accomplished my goal. But I felt a sense of loss after she left my arms.

"Thank you."

I watched her straighten her clothes, her cheeks flushed and her breathing uneven. For a split second, guilt pricked at me again—but it was quickly drowned by relief.

She turned toward the door, then paused.

"You promised," she said without looking back. "You said you’d let me go."

"I did," I replied calmly. "And I am."

Her fingers tightened around the doorknob before she finally nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind her with more force than necessary.

The silence that followed was deafening.

I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly. What the hell was I doing?

Threatening her. Cornering her. Using my authority to pull her closer when I should have been protecting her .

You’re losing control, I told myself grimly.

Yet, even with that thought, my body still remembered the way she trembled in my arms. The way she tried to be brave even when fear and desire battled in her eyes.

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When the clock struck at 6pm, I figured that I’d call it a day. My gaze flicked over to Serena’s position. She wasn’t in her seat. My heart felt empty. The reality finally dawned on me — I couldn’t stand Serena not being in my sight.

The sudden knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts as my attention turned to the door.

"Come in." I answered.

The door creaked open, and Serena walked in. My breath caught in my throat. She was breathtaking, dressed in a simple gown but she was still able to capture my attention.

She cleared her throat, breaking me out of my dangerous thoughts.

"You are all dressed." I commented, tugging at my tie. Suddenly, the room felt hot.

"Well..." She played with a strand of her hair. "I’m attending as your executive assistant. I need to give a proper impression."

I gulped having only one thought in mind: Serena would be the death of me.