Tempting the Billionaire and His Heir

Chapter 39 (1009)

ALEXA’S POV

Opening the door slightly and making my way inside, Mr. Brown looks in my direction after chugging his bottle empty.

“Sir, I am really sorry-”

“Leave me alone!” Mr. Brown yells, cutting me off as I was about to apologize earlier.

“Sir, please listen to me-”

“No, leave me alone!” He slams his desk loudly as I take a step closer to him.

“Please!” I pleaded, my voice low so that it was barely audible and my tears starting to flow.

“You think I want to hurt you? But how could you do this?!” His eyes narrows as he points a finger at me angrily and throws himself out of his chair. “I’ve always believed in you and now look at you! You’re a failure of a husband!”

My eyes furrowed at him as I try to think of what he just said. Husband? I look at the bottle in his hand and saw it was wine. Red wine.

“Shit, Mr. Brown!” I take his bottle and walk away from him, I turned to see he walked off to his balcony where he sat and stared at something.

“I’m a failure… I’m sorry,”

“That’s not true! Stop saying that!” I shouted, as tears streamed down my face and my heart starts beating faster and faster.

“I… I don’t want to let you go,” He stared longingly into space as almost choked on his own tears as he spoke those words.

“But I have to…” My eyes widen at the realization.

No, it can’t be. He’s drunk. But drunk words are hidden feelings, right?

I could see Cody’s reaction at the thought of losing this job.

“Please! Don’t do this to me! Just give me another chance! I promise I won’t fail you anymore!” I cried as I slowly walked up to him.

Tears start flooding out my cheeks as my heart beat rapidly against my chest. A sob escaped from my throat and I tried to hold it in since I needed my to stay here in order to give Cody what he wanted. I started crying.

“Stop crying!” Mr. Brown shouts as he grabs me roughly by my wrists.

His eyes widen as he caught sight of my pathetic position and lets go of me.

“I’m so sorry, dear… Alexa, are you alright?” Mr. Brown asks.

Suddenly, I hear the same faint voice of woman speak at the other side of the room. Glancing over, there was a video playing on the screen of a woman posing infront of a camera and laughing as she went on.

I turn to Mr. Brown and see a glint of sadness shine on his eyes as he looked at the woman in the screen.

“That’s my wife. She filmed this a week after we found out she was pregnant… I vowed to marry her after graduating, and I did.” A tear slid down the corner of his eye as his gaze switched over to mine.

“If she was to come back to life and haunt me, she would see how much of a terrible father I have become…” He lifts his glass that had ice and rum in it, then takes a large gulp as it empties out.

“Sir, I suggest you stop drinking.” I take his glass away from him and pull him out of his seat. Taking him as he follows suit, I lead him to his bed and carefully sat him down.

Having to pull him up and around his room was a real struggle to handle to deal with, but seeing the sight of him at this depressed state had me thinking about his actions lately.

His stern and strict regime with Nolan a way to protect his son from making the same mistake, or is he afraid of the same heartbreak his son will have?

As I watch him doze on and off with him self, I couldn’t imagune the struggle he must be feeling as the memory of his past love haunt him even in his sleep. Despite his effort to be there for his son, what more could he give to someone who’s satisfaction you will never reach. This is something Nolan should understand, his father struggles to move on. But, is it his fault though?

“Sir, you need to rest. I’ll talk to you in the morning,” His eyes widen before he takes a hold of my shoulders.

“Don’t go, I don’t want you walking away from me,” His eyes showed signs of desperation that I couldn’t imagine this man had cried over his dead wife.

“Mr. Brown, you need sleep. Please…” Tears start streaming down my face as my body shook as I tried holding back the urge to cry.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

He lets go of me and moves a strand of my hair that fell in front of my face. Looking at me lovingly as he brings his fingers up to my cheek.

“It will all be fine… I know everything will be fine,” He whispers as he gently kisses my forehead before pulling away.

Sighing under my breath, I sat beside him and held him close.

I felt him gag as I pat his back, cooing and tracing circles on his back as I try to keep him calm and steady to go to sleep.

Feeling him shift and move away from me, he gives me a warm smile before he moves inches closer to my face slowly.

I dont know what had gotten into me, but I was too mesmerized with his eyes that I was shocked to feel his lips unto mine as my eyes were shut.

The kiss felt soft in between mine, his breath smelled like whiskey and smoke but the taste was bearable to endure. Opening my mouth slowly as he pushes his tongue in, I could feel my face heat up at the intensity this kiss had. I couldn’t help but moan as I felt his hand on my thigh and squeezing it longingly.

As he pulls away, he immediately threw up on my shirt and collapsed on the bed beside me.