His Possessive Grip...

Alexander's POV.

"Summer, how are you doing? Are you okay??" I scoffed, muttering to myself as I entered the elevator, descending to the last floor.

The scene of Summer and Daniel, my employee, played in my head repeatedly, each replay intensifying the frustration within me.

To make matters worse, she had embraced him right before my eyes.

Summer didn't immediately pull away, suggesting she was relishing and enjoying his touch, his embrace.

It seemed as though she found more comfort in his company than in mine at this point, a painful realisation that lingered in my mind.

Despite expecting her to chase after me after our accidental fall to the ground, she didn't. The fact that she chose to embrace Daniel instead felt like a betrayal.

I accepted my part in making her feel bad, but that shouldn't make or justify her reasons for embracing Daniel in my presence. It simply wasn't fair.

My fists clenched as I marched toward the car parked at the company's entrance, frustration and