Chapter 6 The game of power begins

The crowd around them stifled their laughter at the way Rainee had turned the tables on Alex. The surprise on his face was evident, his eyes wide with disbelief, yet he remained eerily silent as she walked away. No words came from him, no retort, no defiant stance just the realization that for the first time, he had been completely and utterly humiliated.

Alex remained standing there, drenched and smelling of coffee, his hand slowly touching the imprint of her slap on his cheek. He watched her leave, his heart pounding in his chest not from the physical discomfort, but from the storm of emotions she had stirred in him. His mind raced, replaying every word she had said.

His bodyguards and assistant quickly moved to cover him, blocking the cameras from capturing any more of the scene. Andrew, his personal assistant, leaned in, ready to discuss the media fallout, but Alex wasn't listening. His mind was consumed by thoughts of that fiery, defiant woman.

"Forget the everything," Alex said suddenly, his voice low and intense. His assistant looked up, startled by the change in his tone.

"I want her in my bed tonight."

Andrew blinked in disbelief. The words hung in the air, and for a moment, he wondered if he had misheard. But Alex's eyes were dark, filled with a mix of anger and something else something more dangerous.

He wanted her. He wanted her in ways he hadn't expected. And it happened for the first time in his life.

After saying that, Alex turned toward Richard Wilson, the owner of RW Company, and smiled, a smile that sent a chill down Richard’s spine. It wasn’t a gesture of goodwill but a harbinger of trouble.

Taking a few calculated steps closer, Alex's commanding voice sliced through the air.

"The show is over. Mr. Wilson, congratulations on opening your showroom in this mall and breaking the sales record."

Richard furrowed his brows, confused and increasingly uneasy. The sweat trickling down his temple revealed his growing apprehension. He could sense Alex wasn't in a celebratory mood. Forcing himself to remain composed, Richard gulped hard and asked in a low, cautious tone,

"What do you want, Mr. Fraser?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of Alex’s lips. These were the exact words he had been waiting for.

"I want every single piece of your newly launched watch, 3,000 pieces to be precise. Make sure every showroom gets the message: not a single watch from this collection is to be sold to the public."

Richard’s eyes widened. This wasn’t a financial blow, Alex could easily afford triple the value of the watches. But the implications were clear: his new collection, meant to capture public attention and elevate the brand, would never see the light of day. He couldn’t fathom Alex’s motive, the man was notoriously enigmatic, his actions often shrouded in layers of calculation.

Meanwhile, Alex’s mind was racing, piecing together the puzzle. He recalled seeing that girl, her, and her younger brother at the launch. They hadn’t come merely to witness the ribbon-cutting ceremony; they had likely planned to purchase the new watch. He vividly remembered the boy’s excitement when he had spotted the same model on Alex’s wrist. The boy was clearly a passionate fan of RW watches, recognizing the brand and model in mere seconds.

Alex smirked as the plan solidified in his mind. If they couldn’t buy the watch, they would feel disappointed, out of place, inferior. This was the leverage he needed to remind her of her position and play his next move.

His secretary, nervously watching the exchange, interrupted cautiously.

"Sir, what about the media?"

Alex turned his head slowly, fixing the man with a sharp, menacing glare.

"Do I need to teach you your job?"

The secretary gulped and bowed his head apologetically. He knew exactly what Alex meant, buy out the footage from the reporters, as always, to maintain control of the narrative.

"I'm sorry, sir. It will be handled immediately."

Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair before issuing his final order, his smirk returning, more sinister than ever.

"Let’s go back to the suite."

As they left, Alex's thoughts churned. The watches were no longer mere accessories, they were now tools in his escalating game of power and humiliation. And he couldn't wait to make her feel she same humiliation he felt.

To be continued