37. Alex
THIRTY-SEVEN
Alex
The familiar sight of The Dolphin’s lobby brings a sense of relief. "I need to check something at the bar," Alex says. "Back in a moment."
I nod and watch him walk away, feeling a mixture of curiosity and admiration. He’s always so composed, even in the face of danger. As I make my way to the elevator, I hear a familiar voice calling me.
"Bella! Over here right now!"
I turn to see my Mr. Harris standing by the front desk, his expression smug. "Where have you been? Disappearing for days without a word? And being visible in the lobby again? Unacceptable. We have a new owner now, and I’m sure they won't tolerate poor quality staff. You’re fired. Pack your things and leave."
My heart sinks, and I open my mouth to argue, but before I can speak, Alex emerges from the bar, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene.
"Actually," Alex says, his voice cold and commanding, "I am the new owner."
He steps closer, his presence intimidating. "My wife is the new owner of this hotel. On the condition she fires your sleazy ass."
I turn to Alex, shocked and confused. He gives me a nod, encouraging me to speak. Gathering my courage, I face Mr. Harris.
"You heard him," I say, my voice steady. "Pack your things and leave."
Mr. Harris sputters, but Alex’s unwavering gaze silences him. With a defeated look, he gathers his belongings, stuffing them into a box.
Alex leads me to the bar, where he pours two glasses of wine. He hands me one and raises his glass in a toast. "To new beginnings."
We clink glasses, and I take a sip, feeling the warmth of the wine spread through me. "When did you buy this place?" I ask, still in shock.
"Been planning this since the moment you said you were mine," he replies, his eyes softening as he looks at me.
I set my glass down, staring at him in amazement. "What would you have done if I didn’t want to stay with you?"
He shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. "I would have given it to you anyway. You deserve it."
Tears well up in my eyes, and I blink them back, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude and love. “I don’t know what to say. What did I do to deserve this?”
He reaches out, brushing a tear from my cheek. "This is what a husband does. Protects his wife." He nods toward the departing supervisor, who is leaving with his box of belongings. "Kills her enemies."
I laugh softly, shaking my head. "I think firing is punishment enough."
Alex takes my hand, his expression turning serious. "There’s something I need to show you in my room."
"What is it?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.
He stands, holding out his hand. "Come see."