Alexis’
voice a sharp edge.
Michael looked down at the ground, tears
forming and rolling down his face. Alexis instantly regretted her tone with her
son, but she had to get him away from there. Before she could get to Michael,
Amir stepped around her, his eyes glued to the little boy’s face. He squatted
down in front of him then reached out a trembling hand to wipe away Michael's
tears.
“It’s okay, champ. Your mother is going to let you
stay.” Although his tone was deceptively soft, Alexis heard the undertone of
steel in his voice and she knew it was directed towards her.
“No, I won’t. You have no right to tell my son…”
Alexis gasped when Amir spun around to look at her. She shivered at the
expression on his face. Without even realizing it, she took a step back in
order to put some distance between herself and the hostility flaring in his
eyes.
“ Your son?!” He didn’t raise his voice, but the
way he said it caused Alexis to lower her gaze.
He knew.
Chapter 9
“Mom? Can we stay? Please Mommy?” Michael turned eyes
which were the exact replica of Amir's towards her and pleaded.
Seeing father and son side by side looking up at
Alexis, the truth hit Sharon and Soul like a sledgehammer.
“Oh my God,” Sharon whispered.
Alexis couldn’t meet any of their shocked faces.
“Honey, come on. Let Aunt Sharon take you back out to
play." Sharon paused to look at Alexis for permission. When Alexis nodded
her consent, Sharon led Michael away from the confrontation that was surely
getting ready to pop off between his parents. Soul briefly placed his hand on
Amir's shoulder before following his wife.
Amir slowly stood up, watching his son run outside
again, his good mood restored. He ran a shaky hand over his face.
His son…
There was no way Alexis could even attempt to deny the
obvious. Michael was a miniature version of him. When Amir turned towards her,
she peered up at him from beneath her lashes. Fury wasn’t the word to describe
what she saw.
He grabbed her arm and wordlessly pulled her out of
the tent in the direction of the house. Alexis tried to put up a token form of
resistance.
“What are you doing? Let me go before I…”
Amir stopped dead in his tracks, causing her to almost
stumble and fall. He put his face within an inch of hers and glared at her with
his eyes full of blazing fire.
“Before you what? Hm? Please. Tell me.”
Alexis jerked her head back and clamped
her mouth shut. Amir waited another moment to see if she had anything else to
say. When she defiantly met his eyes but stayed quiet, he straightened up and
resumed stalking to the house with her in tow. Alexis had to take two steps for
every one of his in order to keep up with him. She feared it was either that or
risk being dragged behind him like a dog on a leash.
As Amir reached the side entrance of the French doors
of the main house, he opened them and pulled her inside.
“You can’t just barge into someone’s house like this,
Amir.” Alexis tried to dig her heels in but Amir continued as if she hadn’t
spoken. As they crossed the foyer, an aristocratic voice called out to them.
“Amir?”
Amir hesitated then turned towards the woman. His face
instantly transformed from barely concealed anger to cultured charm. “Suzanne.
How are you?”
Still keeping a firm grasp on Alexis' arm, he
went over to the attractive, middle aged blond woman. Alexis' eyes widened when
she heard Amir call her by name. Suzanne? As in Suzanne Wagner…her boss’ wife??
Alexis studied the older woman. Although
she was dressed casually, her clothes were obviously expensive, and picnic or
not, diamonds dripped from her neck, ears, and almost every finger on her hand.
“I’m fine, dear, how are you?” She turned
her
voice a sharp edge.
Michael looked down at the ground, tears
forming and rolling down his face. Alexis instantly regretted her tone with her
son, but she had to get him away from there. Before she could get to Michael,
Amir stepped around her, his eyes glued to the little boy’s face. He squatted
down in front of him then reached out a trembling hand to wipe away Michael's
tears.
“It’s okay, champ. Your mother is going to let you
stay.” Although his tone was deceptively soft, Alexis heard the undertone of
steel in his voice and she knew it was directed towards her.
“No, I won’t. You have no right to tell my son…”
Alexis gasped when Amir spun around to look at her. She shivered at the
expression on his face. Without even realizing it, she took a step back in
order to put some distance between herself and the hostility flaring in his
eyes.
“ Your son?!” He didn’t raise his voice, but the
way he said it caused Alexis to lower her gaze.
He knew.
Chapter 9
“Mom? Can we stay? Please Mommy?” Michael turned eyes
which were the exact replica of Amir's towards her and pleaded.
Seeing father and son side by side looking up at
Alexis, the truth hit Sharon and Soul like a sledgehammer.
“Oh my God,” Sharon whispered.
Alexis couldn’t meet any of their shocked faces.
“Honey, come on. Let Aunt Sharon take you back out to
play." Sharon paused to look at Alexis for permission. When Alexis nodded
her consent, Sharon led Michael away from the confrontation that was surely
getting ready to pop off between his parents. Soul briefly placed his hand on
Amir's shoulder before following his wife.
Amir slowly stood up, watching his son run outside
again, his good mood restored. He ran a shaky hand over his face.
His son…
There was no way Alexis could even attempt to deny the
obvious. Michael was a miniature version of him. When Amir turned towards her,
she peered up at him from beneath her lashes. Fury wasn’t the word to describe
what she saw.
He grabbed her arm and wordlessly pulled her out of
the tent in the direction of the house. Alexis tried to put up a token form of
resistance.
“What are you doing? Let me go before I…”
Amir stopped dead in his tracks, causing her to almost
stumble and fall. He put his face within an inch of hers and glared at her with
his eyes full of blazing fire.
“Before you what? Hm? Please. Tell me.”
Alexis jerked her head back and clamped
her mouth shut. Amir waited another moment to see if she had anything else to
say. When she defiantly met his eyes but stayed quiet, he straightened up and
resumed stalking to the house with her in tow. Alexis had to take two steps for
every one of his in order to keep up with him. She feared it was either that or
risk being dragged behind him like a dog on a leash.
As Amir reached the side entrance of the French doors
of the main house, he opened them and pulled her inside.
“You can’t just barge into someone’s house like this,
Amir.” Alexis tried to dig her heels in but Amir continued as if she hadn’t
spoken. As they crossed the foyer, an aristocratic voice called out to them.
“Amir?”
Amir hesitated then turned towards the woman. His face
instantly transformed from barely concealed anger to cultured charm. “Suzanne.
How are you?”
Still keeping a firm grasp on Alexis' arm, he
went over to the attractive, middle aged blond woman. Alexis' eyes widened when
she heard Amir call her by name. Suzanne? As in Suzanne Wagner…her boss’ wife??
Alexis studied the older woman. Although
she was dressed casually, her clothes were obviously expensive, and picnic or
not, diamonds dripped from her neck, ears, and almost every finger on her hand.
“I’m fine, dear, how are you?” She turned
her
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