Chapter 9 Vulnerable

Christie's eyes glanced at the man's detailed features, he was as handsome as his brother. He had jade green eyes and dark coffee brown hair contrary to his brother's, which were grey eyes and jet black hair.

They were truly fraternal twins.

Christie and Eric held each other's gaze. His gaze was menacing as well. Was this one of the major traits of the Vistlon men? This intimidating aura?

But Christie wouldn't let herself to be intimidated, she gazed back at him with the same ferocity.

His lips pulled up in a smirk.

"How daring," she heard him say. He was impressed by her.

"Who are you?" he asked her.

She scoffed, "Who are you?" she asked instead. "Do you really think you can just pick up and take home, every lady you meet at the club?" she added.

Eric huffed. He hasn't meant any woman so feisty and cheeky. She doesn't even seem to be fazed by his handsomeness, one of his many features that had women head over heels for him.

"How dare you speak to our boss that way?!" one of the men responded.

"Do you know who he is? I'm sure you don't that's why you act so daring. Such audacity!" another commented.

"You think I care? I don't give a damn of who your boss is," Christie replied.

She grabbed Katie's hand again and began to walk away with her. One of Eric Vistlon's men wanted to go after them but Eric stopped him.

"But boss,"

"Let her go," Eric responded.

His men couldn't believe this, their boss never lets anyone condescend him and get away with it, not even a woman. Why did he act differently towards that woman?

As Christie drove home with Katie, in Katie's car, she began to chastise Katie.

"Why did you go with him? You were drunk but is it every man you meet at the club that you go home with?"

"I'm sorry," Katie apologized, still feeling so drowsy.

"Did you even realize who that man was? That was Eric Vistlon," Christie revealed.

"Really?!" Katie sat up as if she was just jolted by electricity.

"If that was him, then man he is so hot," Katie added.

Christie shook her head in disappointment. "If this is how you are going to act living with me then I'm sorry but you can't stay with me,"

"Oh please Christie, I beg you. Don't do this, this is the first time this is happening right? I promise it won't happen again," Katie pleaded.

"I doubt that. And why does it seem like you are running from home?" Christie asked but Katie shook her head in denial.

"No I'm not. Please Christie, let me stay with you. I didn't really intend to get that drunk," Katie continued to plead with puppy eyes and pouted lips.

Christie sighed, "If this happens again, I swear you are gone,"

"Awwn thanks. I promise it won't," Katie responded.

The next day was the starting of weekend, yet by morning, Christie was already all dressed up. She was about to leave her apartment to go see Alexa at his villa.

Actually, she just wanted to give him some documents which he had requested her to give to him by morning even though it was weekend. Should she be expecting some extra pay or something?

She got into her car and drove off to the villa. When she got there, the gates were opened for her after the security staff identified her as Alexa's secretary and PA.

Though it was the first time she was coming here, Alexa must have informed his staffs that he was expecting her because even as she parked her car at the villa's parking lot and entered the luxurious building, the housekeeper received her.

She was a woman who looked over fifty.

"You're the new PA right?" she asked.

"Yes. Christie, please?" Christie replied.

"Master Alexa is in his room. He might still be sleeping by now," the woman informed.

Still sleeping?

"He really doesn't like to be disturbed when he is resting. So I suggest you sit right here and wait for him," the woman suggested.

"Okay," Christie responded and took her seat on a couch in the living room.

"Would you like to have anything?" the woman continued.

"No thank you. I'm good," Christie replied with a fake smile.

"Okay, i'm Ms. Cassandra by the way," she added. Christie nodded and the woman exited.

After minutes of sitting down, Christie got bored. Why don't she just use this as an opportunity to study the layers of his house?

She knew there must be security cameras around the whole place, but she isn't going to do anything suspicious. She stood up and started wandering around.

Alexa's house was truly breathtaking.

When she was done sight seeing the first floor, she decided to go upstairs and started checking the place out too. When she got to a particular door, unlike the other doors she had come across, this one wasn't locked.

She opened the door and walked in shutting the door. Then when she turned around, she was so surprised to see Alexa sleeping on a king size bed. This was his room.

And he really was asleep.

She walked closer to him. She couldn't believe a workaholic like him could actually sleep- He was still human after all.

He looked so vulnerable sleeping, so harmless. Why don't she just kill him now? She can't strangle him with her bare hands, she was almost dainty and he could overpower her.

Maybe she could suffocate him with his pillow. She doesn't know why she was extending her hate for his father, who was still the leader of the mafia and must probably be the one who gave the order of the assassination of her father, why she was extending the hate to his children.

They too especially Alexa and Eric were involved in the syndicate and mafia activities and so they also need to pay for their crimes.

He was sleeping shirtless. Her eyes grazed his drool worthy upper body. As if her hand had a mind of its own, she didn't know when it had reached down, surprisingly to know how that body of his would feel.

Her hand touched his chest, it was hard and chiseled, like a well carved and refined surface.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and in one swift move, he pinned her on the bed with one of his hands, the other held her neck.

His grey eyes held her brown ones as he hovered above her, her long brown hair which she hadn't packed up in a ponytail, spread across his pillow.

"?!"