Chapter 077 If I Had Known Your Sex Skills Were So Bad

Monica knew every company had its own set of rules, and arguing with the receptionist was just a waste of time. So, she called Alexander directly.

He picked up quickly, "What's up?"

His deep, slightly raspy voice sent a shiver down her spine.

She couldn't help but frown. How had he become so weak overnight?

But she didn't mention it, just explained the situation.

Alexander was silent for a couple of seconds before saying, "Wait."

After hanging up, Monica stood there, waiting.

People passing by occasionally shot curious glances her way. They all knew she was Alexander's ex-wife, but no one dared to pry into the boss's private life, so they kept their thoughts to themselves.

Ten minutes later, someone approached her.

She expected Joseph to come get her, but when she turned, it was Alexander.

He looked a bit worn out, but his tall, upright figure, stern expression, and the cold aura he exuded made every step he took present a sense of oppression as he walked towards her.

"Let's go," he said.

Monica nodded.

Little did she know, there were gasps of surprise behind her. No one expected Alexander to personally come down for his ex-wife, whom he had divorced six years ago.

No one knew what was going on between the divorced couple. But it seemed like this ex-wife still held some significance in Alexander's heart; otherwise, he wouldn't have picked her up downstairs himself.

Alexander led her to his private elevator.

The elevator required a password.

As Alexander entered the password, he glanced at her. She thought he wanted privacy, so she turned her head away.

Unexpectedly, his deep voice came to her ears, "The password is 0726. Next time you come, just enter the password and come up. Don't make me come down every time."

Monica found it amusing. "Mr. Smith, rest assured, if it weren't for you insisting I come, I wouldn't want to. Hopefully, there won't be a next time. Besides, you could just make a phone call; there's no need to come down yourself."

Before she finished speaking, Alexander's face darkened.

No one else had ever made him come down personally. But she still wasn't satisfied?

Seeing her eager to distance herself from him, he felt annoyed.

Monica didn't bother to figure out what he was thinking because she was puzzled by the elevator password, 0726. It was the birthday of her kids. How did Alexander come up with these numbers? Was it a coincidence?

"Are you coming in or not?" Alexander looked at Monica outside the elevator, his tone displeased.

Monica said nothing and walked in.

She was still thinking about the password when suddenly, he reached out his hand, startling her.

She looked at him warily. "What are you doing?"

"What can I do?" He pressed the elevator button.

Seeing Monica's wary expression, as if he was going to do something to her, he didn't retract his arm. Instead, he placed it on the elevator railing, effectively trapping her between his body and the elevator wall.

He looked down at her, half-smiling. "What, Ms. Brown, do you think I'm going to do something? Or do you want me to do something?"

In the confined space of the elevator, the atmosphere immediately became intimate.

Monica pushed his chest but couldn't move him. She looked at him warily, her gaze gradually turning cold. "Alexander, I warn you, if you dare do anything to me, I'll tell everyone in your company that you're sexually harassing me."

"Sexual harassment?" Alexander couldn't help but laugh, his voice low and dangerous. "Then, Ms. Brown, what do you call your insistence on having sex with me six years ago?"

"I must have been out of my mind, okay? If I had known your sexual skills were so poor, I wouldn't have..."

Before she could finish, Alexander fiercely kissed her.

She immediately tried to push him away but failed. She began to regret provoking him. Couldn't she have just waited a few seconds for the elevator to reach their floor?

Alexander was relentless, seemingly retaliating for her earlier words. He didn't give her a moment to breathe, his arm tightly wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Monica felt his burning body heat and the growing hardness of his erection pressing against her crotch, making her uncomfortable.

She was freaking out. Alexander was engaged, and she didn't want to get entangled with a man who was taken. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push him away.

The elevator doors opened, and outside, Joseph and a group of secretaries stared wide-eyed at the scene before them. The usually aloof Alexander, who never had any scandals with women, was forcefully kissing his ex-wife in the elevator?

Unfortunately, they couldn't watch this steamy scene for long before the elevator doors closed again.

Monica felt violated and slapped his arm hard. Suddenly, she heard him grunt in pain, and he let her go.

He looked down at her swollen lips, a hint of desire in his eyes, and his voice low. "It seems you didn't have a good experience six years ago. How about I make it up to you today and we do it again?"

"Get lost!" Monica glared at him fiercely.

Seeing her angry expression, Alexander's bad mood suddenly improved. He grabbed her arm and led her out of the elevator.

Monica couldn't break free.

She was furious, her voice cold. "Mr. Smith, why are you holding my arm? Don't forget you're engaged. If your family finds out and comes to trouble me, will that be fun?"

Alexander frowned slightly, glancing at the group of people pretending to be busy. His cold voice rang out, "Anyone who spreads the rumors will be fired. Got it?"

"Yes, Mr. Smith, don't worry. We didn't see anything," Joseph quickly responded, opening the office door for them.

The door closed behind them.

In the secretary's office, whispers couldn't be contained. "Mr. Smith couldn't wait to make out with his ex-wife in the elevator. Looks like they're getting back together."

"Get back together? No way. Mr. Smith is already engaged to Stella. He warned us not to talk about it, so he probably doesn't want to take responsibility for his ex-wife."

"Right. I think Mr. Smith doesn't want word to get to Ms. Stella Brown and make her sad."

"Have you said enough?" Joseph scolded, looking around the secretary's office. "If today's issue gets out, no one can save you. Got it?"

"Yes, Joseph, don't worry."

No one dared to say anything more, quickly getting back to work.

Joseph looked at the closed office door, understanding that his boss wasn't worried about Stella. He was concerned about the trouble it might bring Monica.

However, what happened today was unlikely to stay hidden.

In the office, Alexander sat in his chair. Possibly due to the scuffle in the elevator, his wound had reopened, and blood was seeping through the bandage.

He deliberately placed his injured arm on the desk, waving it in front of her.

However, Monica acted as if she didn't see it. She took out the design proposal she had brought and placed it on the desk, asking, "Mr. Smith, what issues do you have with our design proposal? Please let me know."