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stir my bile and bring out the worst in me.
    Which, unfortunately, was all I ever showed to Alexander.
    Fuck me. I was such a bitch sometimes.
    Shame was a large pill to swallow, familiar but still difficult to digest. “I’m sorry,” I somehow choked out. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sure your past…girlfriends…were lovely people. You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
    Alexander’s brows rose in surprise. “I’m sure that cost you plenty. You’ve never been so gracious while in the throes of a jealous tantrum. I’m very impressed, little chick.”
    My fingers curled into my palms, nails biting hard into the soft flesh. I turned my gaze down to the ground, wishing I could be anywhere else but there talking about the women who knew the kind of face Alexander made when he came.
    “Don’t make fun of me.”
    “But you make it so easy.” He sighed when I didn’t respond to his gentle teasing. “Sophia, look at me.”
    Alexander waited. I refused to raise my gaze up to his. He pulled me up to my knees by using his hold on my hair. It stung and effectively encouraged me to obey.
    Alexander leaned forward and admitted, “They were placeholders, Sophia. Perfectly nice women who never stood a chance at all because they weren’t you. They understood their place because I never lied to them.”
    My stomach fluttered with giddy excitement before settling like a stone. “Don’t play with me like that. I’m not stupid. You barely gave a thought about me when I was with you. I doubt distance would’ve changed a thing.”
    Alexander drew away. He sighed again, sounding all the world like a man pushed beyond his limits. He released his grip on my hair.
    I suffered the absence terribly. I crazily wanted to grab his hand and put it back.
    He brushed his fingertips down my cheek before flicking my nose. “You only see the bad and you never forgive, do you? I have my work cut out for me but I’m confident I’ll break you out of that habit.”
    I wanted to slap at his hand, but reigned in the impulse. Instinct told me Alexander was not the same man who would take me putting my hands on him in anger. “It’s not for you to break. I’m the only one responsible for me.”
    “You’re wrong, Sophia. Very wrong. I created you and now I must fix what I broke.”
    Broken?
    He saw me as broken. He saw the truth. Alexander’s melancholy murmur dug into my vulnerable spots. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and forget about all the pain and misery that had come with loving him.
    I pressed my palm against his heart. It beat strong, full of life, and a pointed reminder of how unattainable it had been to try and lock his heart in my lonely cage. “What exactly do you want from me, Alexander?”
    He rested his hand over mine. It was warm where mine was cold. Always opposite, always complimentary. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you back with me. Back where you belong. It’ll be better this time because we’re going to do it differently.”
    The bottom dropped out. I inhaled sharply and looked up at his gorgeous, painfully familiar face. “Will I lose my job if I don’t want agree?”
    Despair and rage rippled across his expression like an ugly, distorted shadow. He flung my hand away from him. Alexander pushed his chair back and stood. When I made move to rise, he snapped, “Stay there!”
    Once sure I would obey, he then concentrated on buttoning his shirt before tucking it back into place.
    I recognized the sharp, stiff movements. Alexander had already erased me from his mind. Present but unseen, I watched as he deftly retied his tie, smoothing the silken material until it never looked like I had nearly yanked it off his neck when he pushed me onto the floor.
    Hating my banishment, wanting to be real again, I tried to force an answer from him. “Will I, Alexander?”
    His icy glare froze me on the spot.
    “I would never fuck any of my female employees much less threaten her to keep fucking me so she