I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 131

Alexander Ramirez returned to the executive suite, and Aaron Lee stepped back.

Bruce Ward glanced at the shirtless man on the floor. "Alex, this guy deserves it, but he's still Camila's brother. Don't…"

"Get out."

Alexander Ramirez cut him off coldly, his face an emotionless mask.

Bruce Ward knew his temper. The calmer and more expressionless he appeared, the more terrifying he truly was.

There was no point in arguing further. He had only spoken up for Camila's sake; he couldn't care less about Benjamin White.

Bruce Ward backed out of the room.

Aaron Lee closed the inner door and stood guard outside.

Benjamin White was in a daze, consumed by a burning heat that desperately needed an outlet.

"Where's the woman? Where's Natalie Watson? You…"

A chair slammed into Benjamin White, knocking him to the ground as the impact split the skin on his back.

The room filled with agonized howls.

"Alexander Ramirez!"

Benjamin tried to push himself up, but another blow, heavier this time, sent him sprawling, leaving him unable to move.

His back felt like it was broken. After several failed attempts to get up, Benjamin started shouting, "It's not your woman I'm playing with! If you like her, we can share… Ah…"

A heavy fist crashed down, and Benjamin's face swelled into a mess of purple bruises as blood spurted from his mouth.

"You… Ah… I won't do it again… I won't…"

Outside the door, Bruce Ward winced with every one of Benjamin's screams, imagining the brutal scene unfolding inside.

The hotel manager listened, his heart pounding. He whispered, "Mr. Ward, if Mr. Ramirez keeps this up, he's going to kill him. Our hotel…"

If someone died here, the hotel’s reputation would be ruined.

"Even if it costs us business, he needs to let off this steam. Go get a doctor and have them on standby."

Just as Bruce finished speaking, the inner door swung open.

Alexander Ramirez emerged. The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt revealed the lean muscles of his forearms, his knuckles stained with blood.

Bruce hurried over. "Are you hurt?"

Alexander glanced at his hand. "It's Benjamin White's."

Bruce peeked inside. Benjamin was lying motionless on the floor, looking like a corpse.

"Calculate the damages. I'll pay in full," Alexander said.

"Why did you take so long to come back…"

She tried to kiss him again, her body pressing against his.

Rage surged through Alexander. He should have beaten Benjamin White to death for daring to drug Natalie.

"Tell me, who am I?"

He fought against his own instincts, his voice low as he stared intently at the woman in his arms.

"Alexander Ramirez…" Natalie murmured, her hands moving to his belt. "I feel so uncomfortable…"

Alexander caught her hands, stopping her.

He had been going crazy for her, but he didn't want her to regret this when she was sober.

"Are you sure you want me, and not Eugene Ramirez?"

Natalie looked at him with a pout, like a child who'd been denied candy.

"You, it's you… I don't like Professor Ramirez. I only confessed to him back then because I lost a game of truth or dare."

Alexander's pupils dilated in shock. He thought he must have misheard her, or that she was delirious.

"Natalie, say that again."