Chapter 2 Caught In The Act

It was already 8 pm, and Isabella hadn't come to meet him. Alexander quickly stood up from his chair and headed out to go question her.

On reaching her office, he saw his younger brother coming out of her office as well. "Sebastian, why are you not in your office?"

"I'm already done with my work. Besides, I went to ask if there was any update on the project," Sebastian lied.

He actually went to pick up Isabella so that they could go for dinner but was told that she had a family emergency and had to leave.

"Okay, that's fine. You can go," Alexander said and continued his walk to question Isabella.

"Where on earth is Miss Sterling?" Alexander asked, having noticed that she wasn't in her office and her bag was nowhere to be found.

"She went home for an emergency," Catherine answered.

"And why wasn't I alerted?"

"She sounded quite off, and we did think she would come back, but obviously she didn't," Catherine explained.

Without saying a word, he left the office and headed back to his. Isabella was not able to spoil his night.

He was about to surprise his fiancée, Bailey Reginald. Some of his spies spotted her in a hotel. She had traveled a week before to Paris to ensure that her designer had gotten her wedding gown ready.

Yes, in the next 8 days, she would be getting married to Alexander Gentry.

He quickly cleared his desk and began to head down to his car.

Before he had even reached the door, Jonathan Smith, Alexander's driver and personal assistant, had opened the door to his Warren Buffett-Cadillac XTS.

Once he was in, Jonathan asked, "Where are we going, sir?"

"I'm going to see my wife." Alexander answered.

Deep down, outside the ruthless CEO with stunning looks, lies the heart of a lamb.

"Jonathan, what do you advise I get for her?" Alexander continued.

"She loves roses, let's get her some." Jonathan answered.

After they've gotten the flowers for Bailey, Jonathan suggested, "Sir, I think it would be right if we give Bailey a call."

"And why on earth should I do that?"

"She might not be at the hotel; it can be a mistake or something?"

"My spies don't make mistakes, Jonathan. Besides, if we called her, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore."

"I just think--"

"Can you just shut your mouth and drive? Don't make me feel stupid." Alexander yelled. He was already getting pissed.

They both remained silent until they reached the 5-star hotel.

Alexander quickly picked up the roses and began to head inside. He was quite nervous and anxious; he had never been a bit romantic.

He almost had a fight with Bailey before her trip to Paris. Bailey argued that he was not romantic, not even a bit, and it quite touched his stony heart.

And now she was back; he was going to welcome her with a romantic gesture.

He quickly moved to find her room after he had gotten access from the receptionist, and there it was, room 206.

He took a big breath before he opened the door...

"What the..." His jaw dropped open, a silent gasp of astonishment escaping his lips. He stood frozen in place, his body paralyzed by the unexpected turn of events.

"Bae!" His voice faltered, a mixture of shock and disbelief coloring his words.

Hearing her name, she turned in shock and broke free from the pleasure she was having, quickly using her bedsheet to cover up her body.

Anger surged through his veins like molten lava, ready to erupt; his fists clenched, trembling with the intensity of his anger.

His face turned crimson as rage consumed his entire being; he threw the roses to the ground. His once gray eyes had been filled with fury; he fought every part of his body from not doing anything drastic. In those moments, none of them said anything to each other.

Including the young blonde guy, maybe in his late twenties, who just seemed to be shaking due to fear.

Without saying a word, he stormed out of the hotel. Jonathan saw him approaching the car and quickly gave way.

He didn't bother asking him what happened, or else he would have collected a share of his anger.

"Drive me to any bar or something," Alexander ordered.

Quickly, Jonathan started driving.

"How could two horrible things happen to me in just a day?" He yelled in frustration.

"Are you sure you want to be going to a bar, sir?"

"That's the only place I would drown my agony."

"Would you like to share what happened?"

"Earlier today, I had an argument with Diana Ross."

"Your secretary?"

"Yes, and it was so full of tension that she resigned. And heck, my father would behead me. Just 2 months, and I've lost two staff, my secretary, and our experienced marketing agent."

"It's not your fault, sir. Take it easy."

"Easy? I just caught my fiancée enjoying herself on a bed with, I think, a riff-raff or something. Tell me how I easy I should be taking things?"

"I still advise we go home; no one wants to see the CEO of Luxe Tech in a bar. I'm sure our investors wouldn't love this."

"Jonathan, I'm prioritizing my mental health here!" He shrilled, his voice was hoarse. "Just drive me to a bar or even a club, and quit acting like my dad."

"Girls are just so damn useless." Alexander cursed softly. He quickly picked up his phone and started looking for Isabella's contact, and then he texted.

"If you fail to report to work by 6:00 a.m. tomorrow, say goodbye to your job." And he sent it.

He sent this message to quite free himself from the rage that was burning inside of him.

A few minutes later, he received a text, and it was from Bella.

"Are you that heartless that you can't even call to check if I was okay? All you do is boss everyone around. You've lost our most experienced marketer, your secretary, and you are not tired? Maybe you want to ruin your father's legacy even before he dies. I'll be running late to work tomorrow. If you can't deal with it, you either fire me or I file in my resignation letter."

"I've changed my mind, Jonathan. Make sure you take me to a club." Alexander sank back into his chair.