Chapter 9

Alexander

While talking to his friend, Adrian, Alexander took a sip of his drink. He agreed that Adrian had done an excellent job with the decorations. When he looked around, he noticed a lot of people chatting and laughing.

But his gaze was drawn to the maid, who looked stunning in her attire. He couldn't pull his gaze away from her. Her gorgeous hair was open, and she wore light makeup that complimented her; the silver blouse and black pencil skirt were the ideal matches for her figure. He noticed her wandering about with a tray in her hands, serving everyone.

Her looks and attractiveness were obvious to every male in the gathering, whose eyes were hungrily scrutinizing her.

Alexander gritted his teeth together at the thought of other men looking at her.

But as his gaze rested on her, it softened as she smiled warmly at the visitor. He could feel his face twitch. Is there a smile on my face? Shocked at himself, he quickly wiped the emotion off his face, hoping that no one saw. He took another sip of the wine, trying not to grab her from behind and kiss her luscious lips. He was both pleased and irritated with Adrian for selecting the clothing. She looked stunning without any question, but the dress was like a second skin on her body, causing most of the men to gaze at her with hungry eyes.

He didn't know why he cared, but he did and he wasn't going to deny it.

All his life, he had been ignoring many things that life had given him, save for his power and freshly developed personality. He tried to conceal that he had feelings for that young girl. He had to refute it. But how could he when she was controlling his every thought?

He saw her going towards the kitchen, and was somehow satisfied with that because she was away from many lustful eyes.

"Well, hello there, Mr. King," he heard a voice say. He turned around to find no other than him. Alexander's cold stare was enough to make the man understand that he was not happy to see him.

"How have you been?" The man asked, smirking.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Alexander asked in a calm tone.

"Well, well, this is not the right way to welcome your little brother," he replied and grinned.

"You're not welcome here after coming back after almost a year," he rolled his eyes like he always did when he was a child. He knew Alexander hated and maybe that was why he did it more.

"That's not how you greet your brother," he said and dramatically placed his hand on his heart. Alexander shook his head.

His younger brother, Liam, had moved to Spain over a year ago to establish his own business, and the only connection they had had since then had been through phone conversations or urgent emails. Liam was specifically invited to the party by their mother.

"How have you been brother?" He asked.

"I am good. What about you? How's your business in Spain?" Alexander questioned him.

"It's a good brother and now I'm thinking to shift my business here so that I could be with you guys," he smiled.

"That's good. I'll help you with it," Alexander said.

His other family members afterward arrived and met Liam. He was the king's family's second heir. He was the only person who had any connection to Alexander, a lot more than Lucas and Sofia. But as Sofia was the only girl in the family, she was pampered with affection by everyone.

"Oh, my baby," their mother came and hugged Liam. "I missed you mom," he said. Alexander stared at them with pure disgust and glared at him.

"What? I'm still her little boy," he whined like a kid. Alexander stared at his brother with an annoyed look.  A full-grown guy does not act like this!

"Whatever," he murmured. Liam was undeniably the complete opposite of Alexander; he was vibrant and usually carried a huge smile on his face. He might be described as the light of the King's family.

Alexander's eyes were drawn to the maid again. She was leaving the house with two large boxes of beer in her arms. What the heck is she doing right now?

Then the bell then rang. She'll be at Lucas's party. He must have directed her to the beer bottles. While Adrian was planning his party, Lucas was planning his own, which comprised a wild group of kids enjoying a pool party with plenty of booze, ladies, and, of course, SEX.

Alexander never consented to it, but he couldn't care less. Lucas had to have commanded her to bring the beer cartons, and as the maid, she couldn't say no.

He felt compelled to go check on her. At the same time, he believed it was her responsibility to serve them, yet she was not secure being there alone. Lucas's friends had a bad track record, and Lucas himself had a bad track record of having good friends.

"Excuse me," he excused himself from his family and rushed to the pool before a woman's voice interrupted him.

"Hello, Mr. King, how have you been?" A high-pitched voice asked him. She was wearing a tight dress which showed her curves and her so-called breasts were popping out of the dress. He stared at her in disgust.  What the fuck does she want now?

"I'm busy right now and have to go somewhere," he said and walked away leaving her in shock.

He did not know why he was doing this, especially for a goddamn maid. He needed to be sure she was fine and safe.

The place was full of disgusting horny drunk guys when he went outside. His brother was nowhere to be found. Alexander moved closer to the pool to see if he was inside the pool but there was no sign of him.

Seconds later, he finally saw him surrounded by his friends and went up to him.

"Where is she?" He growled. Lucas stiffened at Alexander's sudden outburst and stared at him in confusion. It was not a rare side of Alexander but that night something seemed different, that side of Alexander seemed rare.

"Who?" Lucas asked raising an eyebrow. Alexander was about to ask him again when a bloodcurdling scream echoed from somewhere. His body stiffened. He followed the scream with Lucas following him. What if it's Emma's scream? No, no this can't be. I cannot let anything happen to her.

Still looking for her, he reached for the back of the house. He was startled when he heard a muffled sob. He looked around, attempting to figure out where it was coming from when his gaze was drawn to a shadow. Not one, but two. He walked closer to the shadow and saw a guy attacking a girl with his hand over her lips.

Alexander's hands were clenched, and his veins were apparent as if his hands were translucent. He had a good idea of who that girl was.

Emma.

I will kill that fucker.

He ran up to him and yanked him away from her. He punched the guy in the face, and he instantly passed out. But that didn't stop him; he grabbed the young guy by his throat and squeezed hard. He looked across to Emma, whose eyes were fixed on something but he couldn't figure out where. His thoughts were consumed by the horrible prospect of Emma being molested by someone. His thoughts converted him into a monster, as seen by the way he thrashed the unconscious man.

"You don't touch what is mine, do you get it?" He yelled at him. Lucas came with the guards and pulled him away from the guy.

"Alexander, calm down the party is still not over don't act like this," he snarled at Alexander. He yanked his arm from Lucas and looked at Emma. She was sobbing on the floor, her hair was tangled, and her blouse was ripped. He approached her and paused for a few seconds before taking up her frail body, his heart clenching as he felt her crying on his chest.

Why am I feeling this way? I don't even know this girl.

He looked down at her, she was curled up in a ball in his arms, he bet she didn't have any clue who was holding her.

"Alexander, are you crazy? What the fu-" before Lucas could finish his sentence akex8 shot him a glare that made him shut his mouth. "I'm taking her to my room," he simply stated still not removing his eyes from her. He was about to go when Adrian rushed there.

"What the fuck Alexander? The guards told me you were beating up a guy? And who is she?" He asked pointing to Emma. Alexander tightened his grip on her. "That's none of your concern," he growled.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down man. Just tell me what's wrong?" He asked. "I don't have any time to tell you every fucking thing, she is injured and she needs a fucking doctor so do me a favor and call a doctor," Adrian looked at his friend with pure shock but he never flinched. Alexander ignored both of them and started to walk towards the house.

"Wait, dude. You can't go in like this. What will the guests think if you go in with a maid in your arms?" Adrian said.

Alexander's blood boiled at his question. "I don't care," he whispered harshly and moved away from there. They both screamed his name to get him to stop, but he did not. He took another look at her frail form and noticed she was already asleep or fainted.

He didn't know her, she was just a maid, but he was still doing that for her. He aided her, jeopardizing his reputation and ruining his family's name, but he couldn't care less. And he had no idea why.

He walked inside the house with Emma, drawing everyone's attention. People were startled when they saw the most feared man in the country cradling a little frail figure in his arms. Their eyes widened as he proceeded up the stairs and into his room. He couldn't care less about the visitors. He was only concerned about the girl in his arms at that time.

After he reached his bedroom, he slid the covers over her delicate form and tucked her into bed.

For a little period, Alexander examined her face, scrutinizing every detail. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted, and despite the fact that her makeup was nearly gone and the black eyeliner she had on her eyelids had spilled all around her eyes, she looked stunning.

Unknowingly, his hands brushed her forehead. He was taken aback. As he softly touched her head, her silky skin dissolved under his touch.

Emma appeared to settle down beneath his touch, despite the fact that she had no idea who was caressing her.

"Martha! Martha!" He yelled, calling her name. The maid came rushing into his room.

"Yes, master?" She asked looking down.

"Clean her, the doctor must be on his way. Make sure she's okay," he said to her. "Yes, sir," she said as she called two other maids to help her clean up Emma. He walked out of the room to see what was going on outside. He saw his friend Adrian coming toward him.

"How is she now?" He asked.

"Why do you want to know?" Alexander snapped making Adrian chuckle.

"What?" He asked his friend.

"Nothing man, nothing," he said under his breath. His face had a smirk.

"Why the fuck are you smirking?" Adrian raised his hand in the air and stepped backward.

"Nothing Alexander. I just never saw you like this, especially for a girl," Alexander did not respond to him. Adrian was aware that something was wrong with Alexander, but he couldn't determine if what was going on was right or bad. He'd known Alexander for all his life. He was aware of how he felt.

Adrian was Alexander's best friend; they had known each other since they were children. But he had never witnessed Alexander behaving in this manner towards anybody, not even his mother or sister. He didn't give a damn about the ladies he'd dated.

"Whatever," Alexander muttered and went back to his room. The maids were done cleaning and changing Emma.

"Out," he ordered. They exited swiftly and without saying anything. Martha was worried about Emma and wished she could remain with her, but Alexander wouldn't let her.

She was clothed in a basic, non-revealing nightgown. Not to add that she looked like a princess and was sleeping in a luxurious bed.

He inserted his hands inside his pocket and exited the room without looking back at her.