Chapter 31

Scarlett POV

Alexander's hand on my waist tightened slightly. "Such passion."

He commented coldly. "Blair women have always had impressive tempers."

I barely heard what he was saying, my attention focused on their argument.

It was my fault, I had put George in this position; having decided not to be with him, I shouldn't have met with him privately.

"Mmm!" I almost moaned aloud.

Alexander's hand had somehow slid along my inner thigh toward my center, his fingers suddenly pressing hard, making me gasp and arch my body, the heat between my legs almost dripping.

His other hand slid to my buttocks, kneading forcefully through my dress, his hips pressing more tightly against me, his hard, burning desire rubbing between my cleft.

I looked up glaring at Alexander, but he merely raised an eyebrow, as if to say, who told you to let your mind wander?

The conversation outside the rock formation continued, "You will fire her," Sandra's voice commanded.

"Monday morning, she leaves Harper Group."

"You have no right to make these decisions," George's resolute voice sounded, but it lacked conviction.

"Then my father will discuss future projects with your father," Sandra threatened.

"See how quickly your father makes this decision for you."

The sounds of the argument grew closer. Sandra's high heels clicked on the stone path, moving in our direction.

My body tensed with each rhythmic tap.

"Stop, they're coming this way," I said to Alexander with frustration and shame.

My voice trembled, filled with misplaced shame and resistance.

But hearing this, instead of releasing me, he hooked his finger and suddenly pushed aside my panties, directly exploring the wet passage.

I couldn't suppress a gasp, but he quickly silenced me with his mouth.

His tongue forcefully invaded my mouth, the kiss tasting of alcohol and quickly overwhelming my senses, while his fingers began to move, thrusting in and out of my vagina, his thumb circling the sensitive bud.

My legs weakened, I could barely stand, collapsing into his arms, at his mercy.

"You see, your body is much more honest than your mouth."

He traced my lips, mocking softly, his eyes burning with naked desire.

Then, his fingers quickened their rhythm, each deep thrust bringing out slick sounds, mixing with the fountain's flow, so wanton it made my heart race and face flush.

I wanted to push him away, but my limbs seemed drained of strength, leaving me at his disposal.

"Alexander, please," I pleaded, my voice interspersed with pants.

If Sandra discovered me with Alexander after arguing with George, it would confirm all her suspicions.

Not to mention what would happen if word got back to Richard... the thought made me tremble all over.

"Afraid of being discovered?"

His other hand pulled open my gown, tearing aside half my bra, his lips immediately covering and sucking hard on the painfully erect nipple.

My back hit the rock formation, the rough stone digging painfully into me, but that pain only made the pleasure more acute.

"Then stay quiet," he said, his voice muffled.

I turned my face away, filled with shame and anger, tears almost spilling from my eyes.

But he didn't give me a chance to cry, as I saw him unbuckle his pants with one hand, releasing that rigid member, the burning tip pressing directly between my legs, rubbing against my soaked panties a few times.

I struggled in panic: "No, not here..."

"Shh!"

Alexander covered my mouth, his hips thrusting suddenly, pushing my panties aside, that thick hardness forcing half an inch into me.

I stifled a groan, tears finally sliding down, yet my body pressed against his in silent resistance.

He let out a low gasp, his forehead against mine, cursing softly: "Damn, you're tight."

The footsteps grew louder; Sandra and George were definitely approaching the fountain area.

I could even imagine the scene that would follow—Sandra discovering me pinned against the wall by Alexander, the ensuing scandal, Richard's reaction, being despised by everyone...

"Please," I whispered again, fear making my voice tremble.

"If Richard finds out..."

A flicker of contemplation passed through Alexander's eyes, while he slowly moved within me, each thrust penetrating a bit deeper, the wet sounds amplifying in my ears, making me so ashamed I wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.

I grabbed his shoulders, pleading softly: "Finish quickly... please..."

"You're trembling," he observed, sounding more teasing than concerned.

"Are you so afraid of my uncle, Scarlett?"

Before I could answer, Sandra's voice sounded again, much closer this time.

"I heard something by the fountain. I swear, if you're hiding that woman here..."

My heart was beating so violently, Alexander must have felt it too.

I closed my eyes in desperation; soon Sandra and George would discover the activity here, and everything would be over.

Suddenly the weight lifted from my body, and I opened my eyes in surprise.

Alexander was looking at me with a gaze that seemed ready to devour me.

I watched as he slowly adjusted his clothing, then turned to block the entrance to our crevice.

I could only see his tall back, casually leaning against a stone pillar, looking as if he had been there all along.

"Sandra , nice to see you."

He drawled, his voice devoid of the deep desire from moments ago, replaced with boredom and contempt.

Sandra's voice sounded startled by his appearance.

"Alexander? What are you doing here?"

"Breathing fresh air. Your family's parties are always so... boring."

"This area is private, isn't it rather rude of you to appear here uninvited!"

Sandra's voice carried accusation.

Alexander's laugh was light but carried a warning.

"Miss Blair, in Silverlight City, there's no place private for the Grey family. Your father Harold surely taught you that?"

Even from behind the fountain, I could feel the tension about to explode.

Sandra's voice didn't sound again; even she seemed to recognize the danger of directly challenging Alexander.

After a while, her tone returned to its cute and lively manner.

"Of course you can be here, Alexander, but your complexion seems a bit off. So red—do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

Sandra's voice was teasing, as if she had suddenly discovered Alexander's weakness, revealing a sense of smugness.

Alexander's hearty laughter rang out.

"I told you, it's boring here. Can't I find some entertainment?"

This bastard, I thought through gritted teeth. Am I just his boredom entertainment?

Just because he's bored, he puts me in this predicament!

His nonchalant attitude further wounded my pride.

In his eyes, I was probably no different from the countless women he had toyed with—just an object to relieve his loneliness.

Thinking about this, my chest felt gripped by an invisible hand, both painful and angry.

"But we're looking for someone. Have you seen any suspicious women around here? Including your entertainment subjects."

Sandra's dangerous voice rang out—she had discovered what Alexander was doing here!

My heart felt seized by an icy hand, fear coursing through my entire body like an electric current.

I was startled, afraid Alexander would betray me, since he never cared about my feelings, much less my fate.

He could easily admit it, then coldly watch me struggle in the ensuing chaos.

My throat went dry with tension, my heartbeat so loud it seemed almost audible to everyone.

"Is that so?" Alexander's languid voice responded.

His body moved away from the entrance, and moonlight streamed through the gap onto me.

Only then did I realize how disheveled I was, my dress hanging loosely on my body, my once-neat hair bun now scattered over my shoulders.

Without caring about the noise I might make, I hurriedly pulled up my dress.

Alexander continued, "Miss Blair, I haven't seen any strange woman, but this place isn't suitable for a lady like you to linger. I suggest you and George return to the party and mind your own business."

His words were polite, but his tone carried an obvious threat.

Silence fell all around, accompanied by the chirping of insects, but I could almost hear Sandra's rapid breathing.

"Let's go, Sandra," George's gentle voice sounded. "Let's head back."

My heartbeat was so tense it almost stopped; I thought she might insist on searching further, but soon, my heart, which had nearly jumped into my throat, could finally settle down.

"Fine," Sandra finally conceded, "but this conversation isn't over, George."

Listening to the gradually fading footsteps, I finally leaned weakly against the wall.