Anya held back from asking anything to Alvin in front of her parents or Zane. Kneeling on the floor, she returned the iPad to Zane and tried to make him at ease.
"Baby, please don't have to check over the internet again and again. Mommy and Dad will take care of these. Don't worry so much."
Zane obediently nodded his head, "Yes, Momma." But he won't be relieved until he sees Anya at ease.
Anya could only sigh when she saw him return gloomily. Following Zane, she grabbed Alvin's arm and took him inside her bedroom.
She closed the door and asked him sarcastically, "Was that the solution you came up with?" She expected him to solve it meticulously.
Alvin couldn't understand where he went wrong and why Anya was mad at him.
Was she angry that he framed Gianna?
It couldn't be possible. Anya Owen wasn't a saint. And after what Gianna did to kidnap Zane, Anya wasn't going to pity Gianna anymore.
He patiently asked her without getting offended by her words or tone, "What's wrong, Little Donut?"
Anya stopped herself from snapping at him. She gave him the possible trouble they might have to face due to his actions.
Her voice sounded annoyed, "Alvin Matthews, you framed Gianna Sallow for one picture that is released. What if Miles Johnson releases a video of you sm..."
She swallowed her words and toned her voice as low as she could, "What if he releases a video of you s-smooching a woman?" She asked through her teeth, infuriated for discussing it.
Most men date a few before settling with one. She shouldn't be worked up with his past. She might not have bothered so much if Zane wasn't there.
She didn't want their son to suffer and hear people's poisonous words. Zane had already heard enough about having a single mother.
Alvin breathed in relief realizing what worried her. He leaned to the study desk and let her complete her words.
"Are you again going to frame Gianna Sallow?" She scoffed. Gianna might send as many as she wants. It would be cheating if Alvin gives in to anybody.
Contrary to her fury, Alvin was calmer than the placid lake. He reached out to her waist and pulled her to stand closer and in front of him.
Anya tilted her head without understanding his calmness. She had thought he failed to notice the details. Shouldn't he get serious about it?
"Anya Owen, do you think I was a playboy?" He asked, watching worry in her eyes while her face was red in anger.
Anya gave a thought and nodded her head, leaving him tongue-tied. He had slept with many women casually. If not a playboy, what else was he?
Alvin couldn't believe Anya didn't think twice about considering him as her husband. Swallowing his pride for his stupid woman, he broadened her views. "When I left here, I had no time or privilege to play around." He had to slog his ass every day just to make a living for a day.
"It took me more than two years to stabilize my business and mend my lifestyle." He doesn't even remember how many meals he had skipped and what time he was grabbing food.
When he wasn't even focusing on his diet, why would he bother about physical pleasure?
Anya pouted after hearing him. She was aware he had worked hard, merged day and night to reach where he was. But why was he telling her that and making her sad?
Was he trying to trick her?
Alvin pulled her cheek seeing her face fall. He came to the main point, "After being drugged and linked with a mindless woman, do you think I would consider going out to clubs or kissing random women on the streets?"
Anya's lips curled wide O understanding there won't be any such video or pictures of him with other women doing inappropriate actions in the public. But she was curious about, "Then how were you finding ladies for the night?"
Her face contorted to confusion and disbelief, "Were you paying for it?" She had once caught a pimp who arranges prostitutes for rich clients and stole some expensive stuff.
Alvin's brows raised at her question. He couldn't believe she was curious about it and her mind running wild again.
"Anya Owen, are you sure you would like to know that?" He wondered whose wife would ask such questions to her husband.
Anya was perplexed. Shouldn't she ask her husband such questions?
It was in the past, it wasn't like she could change it. And what's wrong in knowing him better in case another such situation arises?
Anya nodded with a hum, "I should have a clear picture before I murder you one day." She sounded serious.
Alvin gently pushed her step away and didn't dare to tell her a few of those women were his young rich clients or clients' daughters. There was no way those would love to be involved in any scandal.
Anya ignored it as it wasn't important to know. If there won't be any such scandal then she had no problem with the solution Alvin had come up with.
However, she slapped his arms, "I will hold you responsible if Ms. Kylie's image is tarnished by that video."
In the era of social media, blurring faces wasn't enough. The dress, the products one wears, hair colors, and even height were enough to find out who the lady was.
Zane wanted to help Kylie. She didn't want Kylie to think they pretended to be good and betrayed her when they were in trouble.
Alvin couldn't believe she wasn't just worried about herself or him or Zane. She was also concerned about the woman who visited his suite to seduce him.
Seeing her reaching out for the door, Alvin jerked up, "Little Donut, I forgot."
"Huh?" Anya turned to him in confusion.
Alvin continued, "There is one woman I might get caught smooching in the public."
Anya had just calmed down thinking Alvin was responsible for behaving in public. She hissed at him, "Do you want to die?"
By the end of her words, Anya stumbled back seeing him suddenly get closer. Before she could fathom, his arm went around her waist and another hand cupped her head.
Her eyes widened, and her heart thundered in her chest when his forehead leaned against hers and his nose gently caressed her skin.
Her eyes drooped but her hands raised to push him. She clutched his shirt when his lips hovered over hers. Her breathing hitched when he teased her without kissing her.
Fighting the urge, just when she tried to pull, he went closer, causing her lips to part but his lips didn't even graze her lips.
His breath was assaulting her skin when she punched his stomach and pulled herself away, discerning who the woman was.
"You will die even if that happens." She threatened, feeling her cheeks hot.
Why would she want the video of them kissing to be released on social media?
Alvin chuckled. He had thought she would get annoyed or turn into a wild kitten if he kept teasing her. It amused him seeing her enjoy it as he gives.
Seeing her reaching for the doorknob, he again wrapped his arm around her waist and another around her shoulder, hugging her from behind.
Anya caressed his face when he leaned against her head. She could feel his contentment, a sense of satisfaction from him. They still have the battle to fight, she was glad how Alvin was clearing the mess and her parents were able to think rationally without saying anything to Alvin.
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