As soon as Sophie walked out, Alex shut the door with force, his body tense with barely concealed rage.
Maya leaned against his desk, arms crossed, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"Wow," she mused. "You actually look pissed. Did I ruin your little office fling?"
Alex's jaw clenched. "What the hell are you doing here, Maya?"
She shrugged. "I came to see my fiancé. Shouldn’t a loving couple spend time together?"
His eyes darkened with disgust. "You're not my fiancée. We’re not together. We never will be."
Maya tsked, tilting her head. "So, is it because of her?"
Alex stiffened.
Maya grinned. "Your little secretary?"
His fists curled at his sides. "This has nothing to do with Sophie."
"Really?" She arched a brow. "Because from what I saw, it sure looks like it has everything to do with her."
Alex said nothing.
Maya’s smirk widened. "So, what happens when she finds out the truth? That the almighty Alexander Donald is engaged to me, the woman you introduced to her as your ex? What do you think she’ll do?"
Alex’s face jerked up sharply. His voice dropped to a lethal tone. "Don’t you dare involve her in this."
Maya leaned in closer. "Or what? You’ll stop me?"
His silence made her grin in triumph.
"That’s what I thought." She sighed dramatically, inspecting her nails. "You’ve been avoiding your mother’s calls, you know. She’s been dying to talk to you. But since you’re so busy screwing your secretary, I figured I’d help her out."
Before Alex could react, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
His heart pounded when he heard his mother’s voice on the other end.
"Alex?" His mother’s voice was sharp, impatient. "You’ve been ignoring my calls. I assume you’ve been thinking about your marriage arrangement with Maya?"
His temples throbbed. "Mother, I—"
Maya cut him off. "Actually, Mrs. Donald, I’m standing in his office right now, waiting for an answer." She smirked at Alex. "He’s been very busy."
Alex exhaled sharply. "I told you before, I’m not doing this."
Silence.
Then his mother’s furious voice boomed through the speaker.
"You’re not doing this? Alexander, you don’t have a choice! You know how important this arrangement is for our families. You’re not walking away!"
His fingers dug into his palms. "I’m old enough to choose my own damn wife."
Maya chuckled. "And tell me, Alex, is the woman you want to marry the same one you were just screwing on your desk?"
Alex’s head snapped toward her, eyes burning with fury.
Maya’s smirk widened as she slowly disconnected the call.
The room was dead silent.
Alex barely had time to react before Maya suddenly stepped closer.
Her fingers grazed the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing them until her cleavage was on full display.
He didn’t even blink.
She sighed dramatically. "Wow. Nothing? You used to love these, remember?"
Alex’s stare was ice-cold. "Put your damn clothes back on."
Maya laughed, taking another step forward. "You can keep pretending, but we both know you want me."
He moved away.
She rushed toward him.
Before he could stop her, she shoved him down onto his chair, straddling him.
Alex went rigid.
Maya pressed her lower body against him, grinding against him, trying to force a reaction.
Nothing.
She became frustrated.
Her nails dug into his shirt. "Come on, Alex. It’s me. We were perfect together."
His voice was low, dangerous. "Get. Off. Me."
Maya’s eyes flashed with anger.
And then, her lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Fine," she whispered, leaning close to his ear. "If you won’t touch me…"
She pulled back, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement.
"Then have sex with me right now. Just this once–"
Alex’s muscles tensed.
"—or I swear I will tell Sophie I’m your supposed bride. Tell your mother you’re fucking your lowlife secretary. And—" she grinned, "—I’ll tell the public exactly what you and your secretary have been doing behind closed doors."
The air in the room turned suffocating.
Alex’s chest rose and fell sharply. His hands tightened into fists.