The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134

Alejandro’s eyes followed Nivera’s line of sight to the glass in his hand.

“It’s just a little drink!” He shrugged casually.

“Alejandro, you were probably drinking while talking to Martins. You had a glass in your hand when you came to call me up for dinner–the same when came down. It’s not just a little drink.”

“Did something serious happen?” She probed.

“A little trouble at work, but nothing I can’t fix,” Alejandro lied to get her off his back.

“Sure you will; you always do,” she stated, and a smile appeared on his face. “Either way, it’s not healthy for you.”

He squinted his eyes when she suddenly stretched her hands to him.

“Seriously?” A scoff broke out of him when he realized what she was asking for.

“Seriously!” Nivera confirmed.

He was fucking Alejandro Garcia! Heir to the most powerful family. He had ruined men and so, there was no way anybody was going to stop him from drinking,‘ he thought to himself as he handed over the glass to Nivera.

She had no power over him. He just handed it over because he was tired of drinking, he told himself.

Dinner went on with small exchanges after that, but her mind was still tangled around their conversation.

When it ended, she returned to her room to sleep, as she was beyond tired. As soon as she got there, she realized how oddly empty it felt.

The bed, neatly made, looked bare. It was ridiculous – she didn’t want Alejandro’s company. She didn’t need it. And yet…

She lay down, staring at the ceiling, restless. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning.

The silence pressed in on her. She tossed once–twice–thinking of how the other night, despite his frustrating personality, she had slept better in his bed than she had in weeks.

No, she wasn’t about to spend hours lying awake in bed because of Alejandro plaguing her thoughts.

Before she could overthink it, she slipped out from under the covers and padded barefoot down the hall.

She knocked once on his door. There was no answer, and so she knocked again.

From inside, she heard a low voice speak, “It’s open.”

She pushed the door open and stepped in.

Alejandro was leaning back against the headboard, in a black T–shirt and sweatpants, reading through something on his phone. He looked up when she approached him….

“What happened?”

“There’s a spider in my room,” she said without missing a beat.

His brow arched. “A spider.”

“Yes.” She crossed her arms, holding her ground. “A very big one. With legs.”

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Alejandro didn’t move for a moment, then set his phone aside. “So your solution is to come to my bad instead of killing it?”

“My solution,” she said primly, “is to stay somewhere I can sleep without worrying about creepy little monsters crawling on me. Your bed just happens ko qualify.”

“Convenient.” He shook his head. “Let me go check for it.”

“Good luck finding it,” she stated. “I tried to scare it away, only for it to disappear. That thing almost killed me,”

Alejandro chuckled under his breath, shaking his head, but didn’t stop her as she slipped under the covers on the far side of the bed.

The scent of him surrounded her immediately–warm spice and something darker, sharper. She kept her back to him, but the awareness of his presence was impossible to ignore.

Within minutes, the tension in her body began to ease. Her eyelids grew heavy, and the steady rhythm of his breathing lulled her.

She’d never admit it out loud, but she slept better with him near.

She was asleep before she realized it, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at her lips.

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As soon as her breathing was even, Alejandro turned to look at her, and he drew the duvet over her properly.

Taking one last look at her, he got out of bed and walked to the balcony, as he wanted some fresh air.

He leaned against the balcony railing, the cool night air brushing over his skin.

Beyond the mansion, the city lights bled into the horizon.

Fuck, his throat itched, and he was tempted to go to his glass of whiskey. Nivera wouldn’t know that he had gone back to drinking.

However, no matter how much he tried to convince himself, he couldn’t bring himself to go grab the glass.

He didn’t want to remember. Hell, he’d spent years making sure he didn’t. But the human brain had a cruel sense of timing–it chose the quiet moments to throw you back into the noise of the past.

In a few days, it would be the anniversary. He didn’t need the calendar to remind him; his body always knew before his mind admitted it.

That day–the one that split his childhood in two–was stitched into his bones.

He remembered waking up in the middle of the night after having a nightmare. He was six or so.

The hallway was dimly lit as he made his way to his parents‘ room to go to his mother.

His father wouldn’t like that; he would say he was weak, and he would scold him, but his mother would protect him like she always did.

As he got there, his father’s voice roared from the slightly open door, and it was sharp and unyielding, the kind of sound that made the walls tremble.

His mother’s voice came next, quieter, and she was begging his father. From the slight opening, he could see she looked scared, like always.

Alejandro didn’t understand back then but felt it in his bones.

He had stood there, clutching the corner of his shirt, listening to his father yell at his mother.

Then there had been the crash–glass shattering–followed by a silence that had been worse than the yelling.

He remembered pushing open the door and seeing her…

She had blood on her tip and a handprint on her cheek.

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And his father–his immovable, untouchable father–looking at him with a coldness that told him just how big of a monster he was

His mother had been crying. Not the open sobs that could be comforted, but the silent kind that made her shoulders shake and her face tum away from

him.

He had stood there, clutching the doorframe, trying to understand why her eyes

wouldn’t meet his.

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