As soon as the line ended, I bounded out of bed and ran my fingers through my bedraggled hair trying to smoothen it a little bit and tucked the stray hairs that's covering my cheeks as I walked towards my walk-in closet. I'm so excited to go back home. I missed my family.

I pulled out my favorite LV luggage and unzipped it open, then laid it on the floor unfolded.

I started pulling clothes out of my drawers, only those I love to bring it with me back to New York, then folded it neatly and put it in the luggage. Soon, I was busy going through the dresses hanging on the rod above me. It took me an hour perhaps, but my average size luggage was even half filled.

I decided to have a shower next. My eyes drifted to the small clock. It's past ten. I thought of Alexander, he's maybe on his way here. I decided to unlock the door while I shower so he can get in.

My heart cavorted as I thought of him.

I quickly went back to my room, pushing the door close without glancing back to make sure it was lock and stripped down as I made towards the washroom door. I just threw my clothes on the floor as I shuffled towards the door.

I just pushed the door closed but not enough to close it completely and then stepped into the shower.

When the warm water cascaded down my body, my body relaxed. I stood under the water, relishing the satisfying feelings the water brought to my skin, to my system. I forgot about Alexander's arrival, about anything.

After a while, I decided to shampoo my hair, then soap my body next, taking my time to rub every surface of my body, then rinse. I turned the water off when I felt satisfied and clean, then stepped out of the shower, then reached out my hand to the cabinet, then grabbed a clean towel. I toweled dry my body first then squeezed my hair dry using the same towel, then wrapped it. I reached out for another towel, then wrapped it around my body.

I walked out of the washroom with a ghost of smile carved on the corner of my lips. I came to an abrupt halt when I saw Alex's holding my used underwear close to his nose with his eyes closed.

What the fuck?

My gaze dropped to his one hand that was rubbing his crotch.

Oh my God!

"What are you doing?" I asked, frowning deeply. I felt my whole body heated, not because I was embarrassed or maybe I was. I'm embarrassed for him and at the same time, creeped out.

His eyes flew open and he stiffened. His hand holding the unwashed underwear dropped to his side, and his face for the first time, it was as red as a cherry.

He quickly masked his frozen state by smiling, but I could read embarrassment all over his face. He tried to masked his embarrassment with ignorance. "I'm sorry. I was just wondering what is this white dried patches. I don't know what gotten into me..." he swallowed. "I shouldn't have done that," he looked away, then feigning nonchalance as he walked over to the settee and placed my underwear there. It was obvious he was trying to commouflage his embarrassment.

"And your nose is connected to your crotch," I cocked my eyebrow at him. I know he was lying, and I almost smacked my head for adding more heat to his already flushed face.

"I..." he paused, then shook his head, then he chuckled nervously. He looked at me straight in the eye. I could see his eyes growing heavily on me with lust as he paused for a second. Perhaps trying to find the right word to explain what just he had done.

I should have just let it go, I thought to myself.

I met his hard gaze. The fire of lust in those dark blue orbs starting to burn me. The intensity of his gaze made my insides in havoc. Electric charges sparked all over my skin and tingling sensations surged throughout my body.

"You smelled good ..." he drawled huskily, gaze heavily locked on me. His voice dropped low and tempting. The gruffness of his voice only fueled the growing desires that's roiling within me.

His words made me hot and bothered.

I quickly peeled my eyes off him, and fought with the carnal desires that's starting to consume me. I just realized I'm having a hard time breathing normal. It felt like I'm gasping for air and he hasn't done anything.

"The food is ready," I heard him said as I made my way towards my closet.

I heard his footsteps fading as I rummaged through my drawers for matching underwear and bra.

My body still tingling. I fought for it.

I decided to wear black tight fitting jeans and top it with a white wife beater top.

I blow dried my hair first then tied it in a messy bun before strutting out of my room and into the kitchen.

Alex was on his phone. I heard him giving orders to his employee as he stood next to the island counter.

I saw the bagels and coffees on the table.

I sat and started eating while watching him talking with overwhelming confidence. His gruff commanding tone exudes authority, such power that it would make anyone hold their tongue or swallowed whatever word that would anger him and at the same time, it has the power to lure anyone to do his bidding. It's no wonder he was one of the youngest top successful businessman in this era.

His lower back was leaning against the edge of the granite island counter as he talks on the phone.

Why does he looks darn hot? Hotter than this damn coffee!

Speaking of coffee, it's already cold.

I pushed the coffee cup away after a few sips and just ate the buttered bagel.

I saw Alex pushed himself away from the counter and walked to the table and took the chair across me.

He frowned when he looked at the coffee cup and then glanced at me with a curious gleam on his eyes. He grabbed the cup and took a sip. I just watched him as I chewed on my food silently.

"I'm sorry, it's already cold. Would you like me to brew you a new one instead?" he asked a little apologetic, but I don't really care about it.

I just shook my head.

"I can have one later in the plane," I said and ate the last bite of my bagel.

There was also some muffins but I already lost my appetite.

"You could have mine if you're still hungry," he said as he pushed his to me.

"No, thank you! I'm not hungry anymore," I declined politely and got up and took a glass and filled it with water.

I drank it all and place the glass in the dishwasher.

My cleaning lady has her own key and she comes to clean once in a week when I'm not here and also to check it.

"Do you still need to pack?" I heard him asked. "If you're ready, the plane is waiting for us," he said and I slowly turned and walked up to him.

He frowned as he finished the last bite of his sandwich while his eyes glued to me.

"Yeah," I nodded and took the seat I vacated a moment ago.

He took another muffin and ate it. He also finished my cold coffee, I'm surprised he's not too picky.

I just watched him ate his breakfast.

"I told mom you are my girlfriend," he said causing me to meet him in the eyes.

He what?

"No! You're lying," I snorted as I shook my head in disbelief.

He just nodded his head, his face gave nothing away.

My heart suddenly picks up speed. I can't believe he lied to his mother.

"You can't do that!" I snapped. "I told you I haven't had any proof that Claire was actually using me and never treated me as a friend. I still feel like a traitor to her. I broke a BFF code!" I ground out and Alex just only stared at me like I've gotten dumber each seconds.

I hate that look.

"So if you have proven that she was never a friend to you, would that mean that you are mine?" he asked.

I froze.

"Well—"

"You had told me that already not just once, Clara Bell and I trust you," he said and I swallowed hard.

"You may not believe me, of course, you think I'm benefitting to this after I told you..." he paused. I stared at him, waiting. Like waiting for my favorite treats to be served. "She set you up so she can get your trust," he said without blinking.

My teeth clenched. "So it was her who put that watch in my stuff?" I asked, my heart was beating loudly as anger flared up. My hands on the table clenched as I remembered that day when Tabitha accused me a thief.

"When I overheard her talking to her friends about our relationship, how she gloated having me, and how many guys wanted to have her, I sent someone to watch her."

His face muscles hardened as he spoke. "Then my suspicion was proven I wasn't the only man she was sleeping with," he shook his head then grabbed the empty paper bags and empty coffee cups then got up.

I was still staring at his back, couldn't believe he knew it but he never told me.

You hated him before, and you never believed him in the first place.

A soft voice at the back of my head chastised.

"Last night, I heard Tabitha told her friends that Claire planned it," I mumbled staring at the table obliviously.

"When are you going to believe me, Clara Bell? I've known her for a long time before you two even became close."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"Mom and dad invited you to our house tomorrow night. They are looking forward to see you," Alex said randomly.

All I did was nod my head. I'm still slightly buzzed after confirming that she truly planned all of it and played me a fool the whole time.

"You're not telling her I lied, right? Besides, it is where we are going because I'm not giving up on you," he rambled on. "She was so excited about us," he added.

I just nodded my head. My hands cupped my face and heaved a deep breath.

"I'm serious about you, Clara Bell. I love you and I'll do anything... I mean anything—"

Dropping my hands to the table, I snapped. "Fine!" I glared at him.

A wicked grin broke out on the corner of his lips. "Fine? Like you are now agreeing to be my girl?" he asked, then he dropped on his knees and took my hand. I just stared at him.

God, he's so beautiful.

He was staring at me like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world. Like nothing in the world is important than me. Those looks that made me feel special.

"I'll do anything that will make you happy," he murmured and lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.

The warmth of his lips rushed through my heart and it beats rapidly.

"Anything?" I asked.

He nodded his head as he looked up and met my eyes.

I grinned. "Do you have a habit of smelling unwashed underwears?" I asked.

I saw his face flushed as he rose to his feet.

"NO!" he snapped. I cocked my eyebrow at him.

"If I tell you the truth, would you say yes to me?" he bargained.

"Okay," I replied shortly.

"I've never done it in my life until this morning. Whenever you're close or around me, Clara Bell, I can't help but wanting you. So don't blame me when I did what I did. I was tempted, it's the closest I could get," he bluntly explained and my cheeks heated up.

I saw him smirked. "Now, I've done my part," he said.

I let out a deep sigh. I know it's inevitable. All I could do was nod my head as I got up from my seat.

And then before I could stand straight, I felt my body floats in the air.

"Yes! Yes!" Alex squealed as he held me in his arms in a bridal style and spun around. My hand curled automatically around his neck.

.............

Honestly, I have a hard time writing these days. It seemed that my Romantic bones had left me since I got pregnant.

ANyhow, I hope there still some feels while reading this. It's frustrating.

Btw, I want to share to everyone the good news. I've been wanting a baby boy and I'm so happy, I got one. I'm having a boy!!!

Everyone, meet my boy, Jacob.

I'm five months along for those who are wondering. Thank you by the way for all the sweet messages. I'm fine now, and had adjusted. Hopefully when I get my maternity leave, I could write more. (Cross fingers!)

Thank you again!