Chapter Ninety-Two
James’s POV:
“I have been looking everywhere for you. You said you are going for lunch with Eleanor,” I asked angrily.
“I’m sorry I just called to check on you. I didn’t mean to get you into trouble,” Eleanor chipped in sadly.
“It’s okay, Eleanor. I’m a grown woman I don’t need James’ permission to go out,” she replied looking at Eleanor.
“I will leave you to it. I’ll call you tomorrow,” Eleanor let out a sigh walking away.
“No problem, Eleanor,” Fiona nodded and she left.
Fiona’s POV:
I nodded to Eleanor and her left as I turned to face James.
“How dare you speak to me like that in front of my friend?” I screamed angrily while holding my fist.
“Where were you, Fiona?” He asked frowning.
“That’s none of your damn business!”
“It looks like all that time spent around criminals has rubbed off on you. You are even speaking like them.”
“Go to hell!” I fired walking away to the room.
“Fiona, get back here!” I heard him scream.
“Fiona!” he screamed again and let out a sigh.
I was packing my clothes in a small red box angrily.
“What are you doing?” I heard his voice behind me.
“I’m taking some of my stuff to the guest room,” I replied without turning to look at him.
“Look Fiona, I’m sorry for getting mad. Can we please talk?”
“It’s been a long day. James and I just want to go to bed,” I replied, still packing.
“Please, Fiona. I feel like I’m losing my mind. Just tell me what’s going on. Don’t I at least deserve that much?” He said calmly, his voice cracking as I took a deep breath and turned to him.
“Yes, you do but you are going to hate me,” I replied sadly as he walked up to me.
“I could never hate you, Fiona.”
“I slept with him,” I blurted out sadly.
“With whom?” He reacted in shock.
“With Alex,” I replied, and he took a deep breath.
“Was it ra… was it rape?”
“No,” I broke down in tears.
“I don’t understand,” he said, confused.
“I liked him, James.”
“He took advantage of you. ”
“No, James, no. For your sake, I wish I could say that was true, but it isn’t. I made a move on him, I pushed for it.”
“But why?”
“There’s no answer to that. At least not one that won’t make it look like I’m blaming you because I’m not sure all of this is my fault.”
“I want to know why, Fiona. I need to know why.”
“No, no. I don’t want to do this, please. James, no good can come from this.”
“I want to know!” he repeated, and I let out a sigh.
“I guess he made me feel things.”
“That I didn’t?” he asked, and I just stood facing the ground.
“Things that I didn’t, Fiona?” He raised his voice this time around.
“Yes, yes, James,” I replied, and he let out a sigh.
“I’m so, so sorry,” I apologized as he stood, tears collided in his eyes. I went closer to him hugging him.
“I never meant to hurt you,” I apologized again.
“I want to be alone,” he demanded, pushing me and walking away as I stood crying.
The Next Morning.
I sat on the bed with one of my best romance books. My favorite romance books just don’t feel the same anymore. The hot, bossy alpha guy means nothing now that I’ve met one.
I’ve lived my own dark romance story, with my hot bossy alpha. I closed the book, placed it on the bed, and let out a sigh. Why can’t I stop thinking about him?
James left for work this morning without even saying goodbye. He hates me and I can’t blame him. I picked up my glass of liquor and drank it mercilessly and after everything the detective told me about Alex yesterday, I still miss him terribly.
I know everyone thinks that I’m blind when it comes to Alex, but so many things are not adding up to me. The detective said that they got Alex’s fingerprints and DNA from his gun, but they had his body so why not get them from that?
He also said that he couldn’t be sure if Alex’s real name was Alexander Harrington but yet he said that his body was flown back to the UK to his family.
Surely, the FBI would have interacted with his family before the body was flown back so they would have known if Alexander Harrington was his real name.
I know that he’s dead, I held him until he turned cold so what is the detective hiding? What isn’t he telling me?
“Just let it go, Fiona. I need to focus on getting my life back on track and stop with all the conspiracy theories,” I spoke aloud to myself.
Arnold’s POV:
Spain.
“You killed a fucking cop!” My big brother Luca fired angrily at me.
“Fuck off Luca, I killed a bent corrupt cop,” I fired back holding my arms.
“Do you think I have nothing better to do than fly to America to clean up your mess?” He replied.
“I didn’t ask you to come here, Luca. I had it covered.”
“Yeah, sure you did. You’ve been here for weeks have you forgotten that you have a wife and children in France?”
“I came here to do a job, it wasn’t my fault that I walked into a fucking ambush you moron,” I glared at him.
“Are you two quite finished?” Diego, my second brother, walked in staring at us, and took a deep breath.
“How soon can we move him to France?” Luca asked the private doctor who came in with Kyle.
“A week maybe two,” Andy the doctor replied as Luca glared at him.
“Are you fucking with me, Andy? It’s been weeks already,”
“I’m not God, Luca. He was as good as dead when Arnold brought him to me,” he explained, and we turned to look at Alex’s limb body. He had a bandage on his chest, and he looked pale.
“Look, it is making good progress. Tomorrow, I’ll start bringing him out of an induced coma and we should know more about his condition,” the doctor added.