Chapter 7... Fear

As Alexander strode into the opulent living room, a smile broke on his lips when the light emanated by the chandelier flashed in his eyes.

He missed the feeling of watching light emanate from the chandelier. In fact, he missed everything about this house —his parent's house.

"Good evening, sir" a maid came into view and dropped a tray on the table. "Get mum" Alexander ordered and settled on the sofa.

The maid bowed, turned around and headed to the stairs.

Alexander exhaled and shut his eyes. He could feel his muscles screaming. He needed to rest and he knew it but he couldn't. He wasn't resting any time soon.

He had a load of work to access and a lot of deals to examine. He knew it'd be that way the moment he took a break from the office.

He had to attend to his work; his personal work that got him entangled in a compromising situation. He exhaled and tugged on his hair.

"So, what're you brooding about?" Alexander raised his head when the voice plunged into his thoughts. "Me?" He chor