As the car was heading to the company, Alejandro closed his eyes and tried to salvage any reprieve this way, but his headache persisted while his mood remained incredibly sour.
Jett, from the driver’s seat, watched him through the rearview mirror and remarked carefully, “Mr. Smith? Madam caught that red lipstick stain on your collar last night.”
The man’s body froze. His eyes snapped open. “When was there a lipstick stain?”
Jett steeled himself. “Uh-hem. You drank too much last night, and then you met someone you used to know, and then you two went upstairs. Uh, she had her arms around you, and then she kissed you. You pushed her away… That was when I quickly hauled you out of there.”
A quiet but broiling flame flared within Alejandro. “Melanie… She saw… What was her reaction?”
Jett shrugged. “She was just… neutral. I wanted to help you change your clothes, but she insisted in the end. I wanted to explain the stain but she wouldn’t let me…”
Neutral?
Alejandro cast his eyes down and let his gaze wander outside the window. All of a sudden, he felt like the worst crap in the world.
He had lost yet another girl who once thought the world of him.
Mark’s face was covered in a veneer of ice as soon as he saw him. “Spit it out, and then get the hell outta my sight.”
Alejandro was not offended at all. Instead, he threw himself at the couch, wiggling and adjusting to assume the most comfortable position. “Ain’t here to talk shop, man. I’m here to talk about private affairs. So I’m gonna have to ask you to put your work aside because I need you to teach me something.”
Teach him something? “Gee, you actually think I could be a pedagogue to you in any particular subject? Pardon my skepticism, but you have done all sorts of great and sh*tty things under the sun. I’m afraid I’ve got nothing more to impart,” Mark mocked.
Alejandro’s face suddenly turned serious. “How the f**k do you make a woman who’s desperate to leave you… stay?”
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