I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 92

"You drove her car here?"

Aaron was in the middle of his report when Alexander’s icy question cut him off. Alexander was staring daggers at him. Aaron looked down and saw the small rabbit keychain attached to the Cayenne’s keys peeking out of his pocket.

"Mrs. Ramirez told me to take it, saying it would be more convenient for me to pick her up this afternoon," Aaron explained.

Alexander just kept staring, his expression growing even stormier.

After a long moment, a humorless smile touched his lips. "You two seem to be getting along quite well. How thoughtful of her."

That wasn't a smile; it was a death threat. Aaron instantly understood. He quickly pulled the keys out of his pocket and placed them respectfully on the desk in front of Alexander.

"I'm not familiar with Mrs. Ramirez at all. Never have been," he said with a nervous laugh, sweat beading on his forehead.

Alexander didn't say another word. He picked up the keys and toyed with the little rabbit charm. Its dark eyes and rosy mouth looked surprisingly like a certain someone.

"You don't need to go this afternoon."

With the final details for the auction confirmed, Natalie Watson checked the time. It was about time to head to the hospital.

"Ava, could you please keep an eye on the venue setup? Let me know if any issues come up," she said.

"Of course, don't worry about a thing," Ava nodded.

Natalie took the elevator down to the underground garage. The Cayenne was already parked in her designated spot. She started walking toward it, but after a few steps, she saw the person getting out of the car was Alexander Ramirez.

Tall and imposing in his tailored suit, he stood by the car, waiting for her.

Natalie froze. She had expected Aaron Lee, not Alexander.

After a few seconds, she resumed walking.

"Where's Aaron Lee?"

"Do you miss him?"

Natalie was silent.

Alexander opened the passenger door. "Upgrading from the president's assistant to the president himself. Isn't this chauffeur good enough for you?"

It was more than enough; it was a ridiculously high honor. Who in Cabinda could get Alexander Ramirez to be their driver?

Then again, it wasn't entirely true. She wasn't the only one who got to ride in a car he drove. There was also Camila White.

Inside the car, Natalie stared out the front window, her voice cool. "Just so we're clear, once the doctor says I'm fine, Aaron doesn't need to come anymore."

Alexander turned the steering wheel. "Fine," he said.

Clearing her throat, she held out her hand. "Give them to me."

The doctor had said she was fine to drive, so she didn't need him to take her back.

Alexander merely glanced at her outstretched hand and didn't give her the keys.

"You don't expect me to walk back, do you?"

"You can take a cab, or have Aaron Lee pick you up."

"Can't you just take me?"

Natalie was silent for a few seconds. Fine. It was just one detour. She didn't want to argue with him over it.

"Alright," she said crisply.

But Alexander still didn't give her the keys. Just as she was about to speak again, he walked over to the driver's side.

"I told you, I don't like women driving me."

The car pulled away from the hospital. During the drive, Ava Thompson called to discuss work. By the time Natalie hung up, she realized the car had stopped on the side of the road.

Alexander got out, walked around, and opened her door. "Go on in. Pick whatever you like."