Chapter 40: Alex In The Prison?
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Chapter - 40
Having committed a crime punishable by prison time, Alex was driving his bike like crazy way past the speed limit. His heart was pounding so fast, not because he was being teased by a couple of nibbis, no… he won’t mind that right now, but because he was scared shitless right now. He was so afraid of the consequences that his heart might end up bursting out of his chest at any moment. He has not stopped cursing himself from the moment his lips touched those soft cheeks without his approval.
Alex was asking himself the same question, over and over again, 'Why would he do that? Why?'
But when he remembered that moment, he could not help but smile.
As soon as Karen looked up to point out her apartment, Alex wanted to look in the direction she pointed. But before he could look away, he was dazzled by the mesmerizing sight in front of him. As the soft moonlight fell on Karen, her white, soft skin, glowed, looking even more enchanting. Alex could not hear what she was saying. All he could see was her hair floating with the wind as her lips moved, inviting him to commit a crime. Coupled with what Alex saw and experienced during their ride, he had this desire growing inside of him.
Finally, his brain short-circuited, and when he came to his senses, his lips were already on her cheeks. When Alex thought about the crime he had committed, he could not think straight. Flustered and panicked, without giving any explanation or chance to Karen to rebuke him, he ran away from there like a scared kitten.
'Ah... I should have held it in. What am I going to do tomorrow? How am I going to face her in the office?' Alex was thinking along the same lines all his way back home. Though he was scared of the consequences, Alex still did not regret what he did.
Engrossed in his misery and thinking about the measures he should take tomorrow, Alex finally reached home. It was about ten, and Martha and George were sitting in the garden, enjoying a cup of coffee in the bright, cool night as they waited for Alex.
Parking his bike, Alex greeted his parents, and without a word more, walked inside the house.
George felt there was something wrong with Alex. He looked unnecessarily in a fluster and tensed. But he did not say anything then, and along with Martha, followed Alex inside the house.
"Dinner is on the table," Martha said when she saw Alex climb up the stairs.
"It's cool, mom. I don't feel like eating today," Alex said, looking at Martha, who was standing at the foot of the stairs.
"Why?" Martha hurriedly climbed up the stairs, "Is there some problem? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?" Martha asked. She thought maybe he was feeling uneasy somewhere. After all, the beating he took was no less.
"It's all good, mom. I just have a lot on my plate right now. I want to take a nice cool shower and complete my report. I have a presentation tomorrow," Alex told them. He looked a bit impatient. He was neither in the right mood nor in the right mind at the moment. He needed to get his thoughts straight soon.
"I can help you with that," George offered from behind Martha.
"It's alright, dad. I have got it all covered. You can continue enjoying the coffee. Good night," Alex said, and without giving them the opportunity to stop him again, he rushed upstairs to his room.
"Do you think a mere presentation had him flustered so much?" Martha asked when only both of them were left alone.
"Nahh... If you ask me, I would say it's about some girl," George said with one hand on his chin while the other supported it. He looked serious, with an expert look on his face.
"How do you know?" Martha asked, curiously looking at her husband.
"I would act the same when..." George started explaining, but when he realised what he was blurting out, he tried to correct himself, "I mean, I can just feel it."
"Looks like we will be talking a lot about your past and your gut feeling tonight," Martha said as she grabbed him by his arm and dragged him to their room.
"Come on, not again". George said, followed by the sound of the closing door.
This night again is going to be torture for Mr Rutherford. All because of his son, 'That unfilial brat.'
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On the other hand, as soon as Alex walked into his room, he threw away his bag, undid his clothes and rushed into the shower to cool himself down.
Ahh... it was a frustrating day. First those ruffians, then the meeting and now this scandalous act of his. The day has been filled with ups and downs. As the cold water flew down his body, it helped him calm down and stabilize his emotions. He began to calmly think of ways he could get away from being thrown into jail.
'I am sure she won't go to the police right away, nor will she complain about sexual harassment to the company.' Alex analysed the possible course of action Karen will take, 'So, the first thing tomorrow I should do is bite the bullet, and... and… crawl in front of her, grovel on my knees, and beg for forgiveness until she forgives me. Yeah, that will certainly do the trick. Women are usually emotional and soft-hearted,' Alex was determined to go through with it.
And with this newfound conviction, Alex walked out of the shower and soon immersed himself in editing the report he was going to present tomorrow.
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Chapter - 40
Having committed a crime punishable by prison time, Alex was driving his bike like crazy way past the speed limit. His heart was pounding so fast, not because he was being teased by a couple of nibbis, no… he won’t mind that right now, but because he was scared shitless right now. He was so afraid of the consequences that his heart might end up bursting out of his chest at any moment. He has not stopped cursing himself from the moment his lips touched those soft cheeks without his approval.
Alex was asking himself the same question, over and over again, 'Why would he do that? Why?'
But when he remembered that moment, he could not help but smile.
As soon as Karen looked up to point out her apartment, Alex wanted to look in the direction she pointed. But before he could look away, he was dazzled by the mesmerizing sight in front of him. As the soft moonlight fell on Karen, her white, soft skin, glowed, looking even more enchanting. Alex could not hear what she was saying. All he could see was her hair floating with the wind as her lips moved, inviting him to commit a crime. Coupled with what Alex saw and experienced during their ride, he had this desire growing inside of him.
Finally, his brain short-circuited, and when he came to his senses, his lips were already on her cheeks. When Alex thought about the crime he had committed, he could not think straight. Flustered and panicked, without giving any explanation or chance to Karen to rebuke him, he ran away from there like a scared kitten.
'Ah... I should have held it in. What am I going to do tomorrow? How am I going to face her in the office?' Alex was thinking along the same lines all his way back home. Though he was scared of the consequences, Alex still did not regret what he did.
Engrossed in his misery and thinking about the measures he should take tomorrow, Alex finally reached home. It was about ten, and Martha and George were sitting in the garden, enjoying a cup of coffee in the bright, cool night as they waited for Alex.
Parking his bike, Alex greeted his parents, and without a word more, walked inside the house.
George felt there was something wrong with Alex. He looked unnecessarily in a fluster and tensed. But he did not say anything then, and along with Martha, followed Alex inside the house.
"Dinner is on the table," Martha said when she saw Alex climb up the stairs.
"It's cool, mom. I don't feel like eating today," Alex said, looking at Martha, who was standing at the foot of the stairs.
"Why?" Martha hurriedly climbed up the stairs, "Is there some problem? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?" Martha asked. She thought maybe he was feeling uneasy somewhere. After all, the beating he took was no less.
"It's all good, mom. I just have a lot on my plate right now. I want to take a nice cool shower and complete my report. I have a presentation tomorrow," Alex told them. He looked a bit impatient. He was neither in the right mood nor in the right mind at the moment. He needed to get his thoughts straight soon.
"I can help you with that," George offered from behind Martha.
"It's alright, dad. I have got it all covered. You can continue enjoying the coffee. Good night," Alex said, and without giving them the opportunity to stop him again, he rushed upstairs to his room.
"Do you think a mere presentation had him flustered so much?" Martha asked when only both of them were left alone.
"Nahh... If you ask me, I would say it's about some girl," George said with one hand on his chin while the other supported it. He looked serious, with an expert look on his face.
"How do you know?" Martha asked, curiously looking at her husband.
"I would act the same when..." George started explaining, but when he realised what he was blurting out, he tried to correct himself, "I mean, I can just feel it."
"Looks like we will be talking a lot about your past and your gut feeling tonight," Martha said as she grabbed him by his arm and dragged him to their room.
"Come on, not again". George said, followed by the sound of the closing door.
This night again is going to be torture for Mr Rutherford. All because of his son, 'That unfilial brat.'
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
On the other hand, as soon as Alex walked into his room, he threw away his bag, undid his clothes and rushed into the shower to cool himself down.
Ahh... it was a frustrating day. First those ruffians, then the meeting and now this scandalous act of his. The day has been filled with ups and downs. As the cold water flew down his body, it helped him calm down and stabilize his emotions. He began to calmly think of ways he could get away from being thrown into jail.
'I am sure she won't go to the police right away, nor will she complain about sexual harassment to the company.' Alex analysed the possible course of action Karen will take, 'So, the first thing tomorrow I should do is bite the bullet, and... and… crawl in front of her, grovel on my knees, and beg for forgiveness until she forgives me. Yeah, that will certainly do the trick. Women are usually emotional and soft-hearted,' Alex was determined to go through with it.
And with this newfound conviction, Alex walked out of the shower and soon immersed himself in editing the report he was going to present tomorrow.
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Chapter - 40 Having committed a crime punishable by prison time, Alex was driving his bike like crazy way past the speed limit. His heart was pounding so fast, not because he was being teased by a couple of nibbis, no he won't mind that right now, but because he was scared shitless right now. He was so afraid of the consequences that his heart might end up bursting out of his chest at any moment. He has not stopped cursing himself from the moment his lips touched those soft cheeks without his approval. Alex was asking himself the same question, over and over again, 'Why would he do that? Why?' But when he remembered that moment, he could not help but smile. As soon as Karen looked up to point out her apartment, Alex wanted to look in the direction she pointed. But before he could look away, he was dazzled by the mesmerizing sight in front of him. As the soft moonlight fell on Karen, her white, soft skin, glowed, looking even more enchanting. Alex could not hear what she was saying. All he could see was her hair floating with the wind as her lips moved, inviting him to commit a crime. Coupled with what Alex saw and experienced during their ride, he had this desire growing inside of him. Finally, his brain short-circuited, and when he came to his senses, his lips were already on her cheeks. When Alex thought about the crime he had committed, he could not think straight. Flustered and panicked, without giving any explanation or chance to Karen to rebuke him, he ran away from there like a scared kitten. 'Ah... I should have held it in. What am I going to do tomorrow? How am I going to face her in the office?' Alex was thinking along the same lines all his way back home. Though he was scared of the consequences, Alex still did not regret what he did. Engrossed in his misery and thinking about the measures he should take tomorrow, Alex finally reached home. It was about ten, and Martha and George were sitting in the garden, enjoying a cup of coffee in the bright, cool night as they waited for Alex. Parking his bike, Alex greeted his parents, and without a word more, walked inside the house. George felt there was something wrong with Alex. He looked unnecessarily in a fluster and tensed. But he did not say anything then, and along with Martha, followed Alex inside the house. "Dinner is on the table," Martha said when she saw Alex climb up the stairs. "It's cool, mom. I don't feel like eating today," Alex said, looking at Martha, who was standing at the foot of the stairs. "Why?" Martha hurriedly climbed up the stairs, "Is there some problem? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?" Martha asked. She thought maybe he was feeling uneasy somewhere. After all, the beating he took was no less. "It's all good, mom. I just have a lot on my plate right now. I want to take a nice cool shower and complete my report. I have a presentation tomorrow," Alex told them. He looked a bit impatient. He was neither in the right mood nor in the right mind at the moment. He needed to get his thoughts straight soon. "I can help you with that," George offered from behind Martha. "It's alright, dad. I have got it all covered. You can continue enjoying the coffee. Good night," Alex said, and without giving them the opportunity to stop him again, he rushed upstairs to his room. "Do you think a mere presentation had him flustered so much?" Martha asked when only both of them were left alone. "Nahh... If you ask me, I would say it's about some girl," George said with one hand on his chin while the other supported it. He looked serious, with an expert look on his face. "How do you know?" Martha asked, curiously looking at her husband. "I would act the same when..." George started explaining, but when he realised what he was blurting out, he tried to correct himself, "I mean, I can just feel it." "Looks like we will be talking a lot about your past and your gut feeling tonight," Martha said as she grabbed him by his arm and dragged him to their room. "Come on, not again". George said, followed by the sound of the closing door. This night again is going to be torture for Mr Rutherford. All because of his son, 'That unfilial brat.' ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ On the other hand, as soon as Alex walked into his room, he threw away his bag, undid his clothes and rushed into the shower to cool himself down. Ahh... it was a frustrating day. First those ruffians, then the meeting and now this scandalous act of his. The day has been filled with ups and downs. As the cold water flew down his body, it helped him calm down and stabilize his emotions. He began to calmly think of ways he could get away from being thrown into jail. 'I am sure she won't go to the police right away, nor will she complain about sexual harassment to the company.' Alex analysed the possible course of action Karen will take, 'So, the first thing tomorrow I should do is bite the bullet, and... and crawl in front of her, grovel on my knees, and beg for forgiveness until she forgives me. Yeah, that will certainly do the trick. Women are usually emotional and soft-hearted,' Alex was determined to go through with it. And with this newfound conviction, Alex walked out of the shower and soon immersed himself in editing the report he was going to present tomorrow. * * * * *
