Alexander’s P.O.V.
I sit in my chair, puffing on my cigarette, when suddenly the door of my room bursts open and Edward enters the room.
“Why did you cancel such a vital deal, Alex?” By the look on his face, I already understood that he would ask me this.
I can’t tell him I did it for Alice, my submissive. Then he’ll question me about why I did this for my submissive, and I’ll have no answer.
Because even I am seeking an answer to this question. Why, why am I becoming so possessive of my submissive? What exactly is she doing to me?
“I fought with the client.” I lie, exhaling a cloud of smoke to mask my unease.
“Why? You have invested a lot of money in it, bro,” Edward presses, his tone insistent.
“Edward, please leave. I’m in a bad mood right now.” My voice is tinged with irritation
