Rachel's POV

As a way of making it up to me, Alexander took me out on a beautiful date on a yacht. I remember having a picture about that in my diary that I still can't seem to find. I looked everywhere for it multiple times but I seemed to have misplaced it.

After that emotional turbulent night, I gained a better understanding of Alexander. I now knew why he acted the way he did and by no means did I judge him for it.

We had spent a wonderful time on the yacht cruising the calm ocean with a sumptuous 3 course meal prepared by the on-board chef. Alexander and I spoke for hours about our lives. He told me all about his dad and I could see the love and admiration he still had for him whenever he spoke. We fell asleep during the early hours of the morning all cuddled up on the outdoor seating deck. We didn't even realise that we had sailed back to shore until the captain had woke us up just before noon.

Alexander continued to share stories about his childhood. Some great memories with his mum, Alessandra, and some heart-breaking stories about himself after they had passed.

I had also stated out the possibility of him speaking to someone professionally. Obviously, Alexander being Alexander turned down the idea before I could even finish the sentence but after some persuading he said that he'd think about it. He needed to realise that it was okay to get help in a healthy form.

I addressed the fact that he needed to reconsider his plan of action with regards to William and Ashford and Co. I wouldn't let him jeopardize the jobs of thousands of people. Reluctantly he agreed to drop it for my sake.

So here I was sitting in the waiting room of the therapist he was seeing once a week. I was eating a fruit roll up that I grabbed from the convenience store before getting here and I was skimming through the magazines that was set out in the coffee tables in front.

My wound had completely healed by now and Alexander apologized every single day to me. The semester was also over and since I had a few weeks to myself, I made the decision to get a reading therapist who came home every one in a while to provide me with some exercises that eased the reading and writing tension I still experienced.

Alexander's hourly sessions were something that he detested but he knew that he needed to get help not only for himself, but for the people around him too. Sometimes when things got a bit difficult, he'd call for me and request that I go with him inside the room.

I was merely flipping through the pages when the consulting room door opened and a stoic Alexander barged through. I quickly ate the last of my fruit roll up and stood up going over to him.

"How'd it go?" I asked and laced my hand through his as we walked out.

He grunted out in annoyance and didn't look my way. "I hate that fucking shrink. Last time I ever come here. He can go fuck himself."

I laughed at him. It was his ritual to come out of the room cursing the therapist with every profanity available. It was just how Alexander went about it. He'd be back next week and he knows it.

Alexander drove us to a little café on our way home. Sitting next to each other in a little booth, I ordered a bubblegum milkshake and he ordered a black coffee.

Happily sipping on my shake, I leaned up and gave Alexander a kiss on his cheek with my cold lips. He put his phone down and lovingly kissed me back on my forehead.

"I'm so proud of you. You're doing so much better than you think you are," I said to him as he looked down at me with tired eyes. I knew he was tired of everything. He's had enough of his daunting thoughts on a daily. Yet he still persisted and that made me the proudest girl alive.

"You're looking very pretty today, princess," he said with light smile. I giggled at him, "We're matching. Give me your phone, let's take a picture!" Obviously he protested but I took his phone from him and tried to take a selfie of us together.

"Let me do it," Alexander said since I was too short to get him in the frame. I loved how we unknowingly matched today. I was wearing a light blue and white off the shoulder floral dress while Alexander was wearing a shirt with the exact same shade of blue.

I leaned in closer to him with a big smile while he continue to scowl as he clicked the picture.

"You didn't even smile," I whined at him.

"I don't smile in pictures." I rolled my eyes as he went back to typing on his phone furiously.

"Oh fuck," I quietly cursed at the paragraph that I was reading. The light romance novel was a perfect little read for me that didn't prove to be difficult. I was sucked in deep into the story. I had just found out that the protagonist's boyfriend had slept with her sister and she is now pregnant. Imagine being an aunt to your boyfriend's child. "What a bastard," I further cursed at the boyfriend.

I was lounging by the edge of the pool in a yellow one piece swimsuit with a big floppy hat over my head blocking out the sun. I was laying on my tummy with my legs dangling in the air enjoying the little breeze that hit me every once in a while.

"You're not one for cussing unless I'm deep inside you fucking your brains out," said Alexander as he strode towards me. I looked up and squinted my eyes as the sun was practically blinding me.

"I thought you weren't free today?" I asked him as he brought me a can of Sprite with a straw. He popped open the tab and held out the can for me. I thanked him and gulped down the cooldrink as I was parched but too engrossed in my novel to actually fetch something for myself.

Alexander removed his dress shoes and socks and rolled up the ends of his slacks and sleeves of his shirt. He had just got home from his main office which was unusual because it was only midday. He took a seat in front of me and dipped his legs inside the cool water.

"I can work from home. I finished what needed to be done at the office. Expecting a call from Liam soon regarding that Vallardi bastard." I nodded at him offered him the can of sprite.

"Well I'm enjoying this novel. Imagine being an aunty to your boyfriend's child which is also your traitor of a sister's child. Like imagine," I scoffed out in distaste.

Alexander looked at me incredulously. "Yes, because I definitely know what being an aunty is like," he said sarcastically.

"Anyways," I drawled out changing the topic, "What do you know about Tomasso? Is he simply playing dirty for the thrill of it?"

Alexander shook his head at me. "I know nothing about him. He hides his existence well. Not even a picture is available. But it's business, princess. Some play dirty, some play fairly."

"How is your progress with your therapist? Did he specifically recommend anything to you?"

This time Alexander glared at me. "You're not making me go back there. I hate his fucked up face."

I hushed him and swatted his arm. "You always complain. But you know you need it. Look at how well you're doing all by yourself. I can tell that you're already feeling better."

"I really hate him, princess. The dick told me to abstain from having sex with you for a few weeks because I need to find other ways of releasing those endorphins. Apparently it can aid me in my emotional wellness since I abused that factor in the past. Whatever the fuck that is. He's also told me to lay of the alcohol for some time. Imagine that fucker, telling me to not sleep with my wife?"

Alexander looked pissed but I had a sloppy grin on my face listening to him. "Emotional wellness..." I pondered out loud irking him. "Well... shame. No sex for you then," I said nonchalantly and went back to my book.

Peeking up I saw Alexander's priceless expression directed at me. "Oh come on, surely it won't be that difficult..."

"I nearly killed him within seconds after he said that. That's something I'm not willing to compromise on. The alcohol, fine. But I won't stand having my bed cold especially when you're there."

"Okay fine, sure, whatever. I'll give him a call later and see what he says about you."

"Rachel-" he started protesting but one glare from me and he kept quiet.

"Come closer to me," Alexander demanded after a while.

I pouted because I was really comfortable in my position. "But I'm all comf," I whined.

However I still sat up and went closer to his side pressing myself onto him which he thoroughly enjoyed. I dipped my legs in the water with his.

"I actually came down here to inform you about something."

"Hmm.." I said mindlessly and dragged my legs back and forth in the water enjoying catching his legs while I was at it.

"Remember I said that my plane was tampered with? Well even after repairs it didn't qualify for the airworthiness certification. I'm having another plane custom built for me. I have 2 jets, thinking of trading in both for just the one custom built model. I don't like travelling much now that you're here. My meeting this morning was with a well-known airline owner. Rick Forrest. Remember him?"

Struggling to place the name in my head, I shook my head. "No, I don't know anybody by that name."

Alexander nodded at me. "He said you wouldn't. After enquiring about you for a good few minutes, I decided to invite him and his wife to dinner tomorrow. He asked me numerous questions about you, he also said that his wife would be over the moon to meet you again. They knew you from when you were a child."

Hearing that I looked up at him in surprise. "How? How do they know me?"

Alexander shrugged. "No clue, princess. We'll get to know tomorrow. He saw the picture of you I have framed on my desk and recognised you after a while. I know it was careless of me to invite them just like that, but he seemed to genuinely know you. There not harmful people, I've known Rick for years."

"Oh. Okay," I said unsure. I didn't know these people, well I can't remember them so it was expected of me to be hesitant.

"On another note," Alexander came closer to my ear and whispered, "I really want to rip that swimsuit off you. You bum cheeks have been gleaming in the sun and I need a taste."