HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 41

Alaric’s POV:

Something felt… off.

I knew it from the moment I stepped into the building. The frantic side eyes that the employees and security officers exchanged with each other gave it away.

There was only one person who had the power to make my employees feel uneasy with just her appearance, even without saying a word.

And when Tyler greeted me at the elevator, the bastard was pale as fuck, eyes wide like he was terrified.

My eyes turned hard as I looked at him. My jaw clenched, hands curling into fists as I tried to fight the urge to slam him against the wall and squeeze his neck until he gave up the ghost.

He made her cry.

Above all other things, I was pissed that he still had the power to make Meadow feel that way. And no, I didn’t give a fuck that it’d been only two weeks since their breakup.

I wanted to kill him. But right now, there was a more pressing issue in my office.

“Sir,” he said. “There’s… a woman here to see you.”

I didn’t stop walking. I already knew who it was.

I guess I didn’t have to wait until the party after all.

Tyler didn’t know who my mother was. If he did, he wouldn’t just call her ‘a woman.‘ My older employees knew what she could do. She barely ever came here, but when she did-

She made sure to leave an impact.

“I tried to stop her but she-”

I paused, turning around to narrow my eyes at him. “You tried to stop her,” I echoed slowly.

Tyler stepped back, like the look I was giving him was strong enough to push him back.

Thing is, I was just surprised that he was still standing there after he tried to stop Ingrid Ashford from getting into her son’s office.

“Cancel my schedule for next hour,” I said firmly just as the door to my office slid open. “And for goodness sake, Cross, go downstairs and ask about my mother before you make a mistake that’ll cost you your life.”

I didn’t care about his life.

I just wanted to be the one to end it.

I stepped into the room to see my mother standing at the window, back facing me, wearing a long, navy-blue tailored coat.

My mother loved her coats.

Her grayish blond hair was pulled back into a sleek bun, hands behind her back as she exhaled sharply.

“Alaric.” Her voice was ice cold. “Are you going to teach that assistant of yours some manners or should I do it for you?”

I said nothing in response, but as I strode toward her, she finally turned around.

And then, her eyes lit up, her lips pulling up in a wide, soft smile that she preserved only for her sons.

“Mein Herz,” ‘My heart,‘ she cooed fondly, pulling me into a warm hug. “How I have missed you so.”

“Mutti,” I murmured into her hair, wrapping my arms around her. “Been a while.”

She pulled away, then leaned in again to kiss both my cheeks and pulled back again to study me.

Something flashed in her eyes–she knew I couldn’t feel her, but she never stopped trying.

And I never failed to disappoint her.

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