Chapter 156

A sudden memory flashed through Evelyn's mind—Simon's earlier revelation about Alexander's past.

Alexander had been cast out by the Whitmore family mere months after his birth. For years, he had survived in a run-down shed, enduring relentless torment and scorn.

Her chest tightened at the thought.

Even after joining the police academy, he must have suffered so much.

How else would he have mastered such precise methods for treating injuries?

A surge of emotion overwhelmed her.

Alexander had shown her nothing but kindness, and she had no way to repay him.

The moment the ointment was applied, she turned and threw her arms around him.

Evelyn tangled her fingers in his dark hair, pulling him closer as she pressed her lips to his in a kiss that was both hesitant and desperate.

His breath hitched, his grip tightening on her waist.

"Evelyn," he growled, voice rough with restraint. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

She nodded, her pulse racing as she deepened the kiss.

Alexander's control was unraveling—and she didn't care.

Her mind raced with panic. What am I doing?

I'm practically throwing myself at him!

He wanted this in the car, didn't he? I saw it in his eyes.

Her uncertain kisses only fueled his desire, and Alexander's restraint shattered.

He hadn't intended to take Evelyn tonight.

For one, she was still recovering from her injuries—hardly in any condition for this. And two, they hadn’t even eaten after everything that had happened.

But with her pressed against him, warm and willing, resistance was impossible.

Alexander leaned in, his kiss deep and commanding as he claimed her lips, guiding her back onto the plush sofa.

"Mrs. Whitmore," he murmured against her mouth, "since you're so eager… forgive me."

It didn’t take long for Evelyn to understand why he had apologized.

She had expected something quick, something straightforward.

Instead, he was agonizingly patient.

By the time he was finished, regret had already settled in.

She had wanted to give herself to him—not be utterly wrecked by him.

Her knees nearly gave way as she pushed herself up from the couch, every muscle quivering.

Alexander didn't allow her a moment's respite. In one swift motion, he lifted her and carried her back to the bed for another intense session.

Evelyn's skin burned with a rosy flush, her body shimmering with perspiration.

The former police academy instructor seemed to possess inexhaustible energy.

Alexander was particularly obsessed with the delicate arch of her waist. With a firm grip, he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

This time, he showed no mercy whatsoever.

His lips trailed down her spine like wildfire, and Evelyn's fingers twisted into the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

Pleasure crashed over her in relentless waves, forcing her to arch against him, gasping.

She lost count of how many times he took her. By the time he finally released her, the first light of dawn was creeping through the curtains.

Alexander was ruthless—domineering, possessive, and utterly insatiable.

Her throat was raw, every swallow like swallowing embers.

Exhausted, she lay with her eyes closed, vowing silently to never let herself fall into such reckless passion again.

This was overwhelming.

Evelyn's thoughts raced. I need to find a way to sleep separately from Alexander. How does anyone endure this every single night?

If he hadn’t stopped when she pleaded, she was certain he would’ve continued until sunrise.

It’s already morning, for heaven’s sake. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.

The next morning, the shrill beep of her alarm jolted Evelyn awake.

She had barely managed two hours of sleep, and now the clock taunted her—9:00 AM.

Alexander had already left for work while she was still lost in exhaustion.

Before slipping out, he had brushed his lips against her cheek, murmuring, "Take two days off. I’ll approve your leave."

Evelyn groaned into her pillow. This man is relentless.

How did he have the energy to function after last night? Let alone stride into the office without a second thought?

At the time, she had been too dazed to form a coherent response.

Now, as she lay tangled in the sheets, frustration warred with reluctant amusement.

I’m an executive in the CEO’s office. And yet...

Her thoughts trailed off as she buried her face deeper into the pillow, willing sleep to reclaim her.

But the memory of Alexander’s possessive grip and the way he had whispered her name sent a shiver down her spine.

She exhaled sharply.

This is going to be a problem.