In the days that followed, Alexis put Leonel out of her mind, focusing on her own life.
Their paths crossed again at a banquet.
It was only when she was leaving that she noticed Leonel.
Dressed in a dark floral formal suit, he stood out with his height and style, surrounded by a bevy of admiring women.
Alexis didnât engage in the lively scene.
She observed quietly for a moment before deciding to leave early.
Ross, her driver, was waiting downstairs.
As she approached, he promptly opened the car door for her.
She slid into the car, ready to leave.
Just as Ross was about to close the door, a firm hand stopped him.
Alexis looked up to find Leonel standing there.
Ross, caught in an awkward situation, asked, âMr.
Douglas, didnât you drive here?â
Leonel, his voice low and steady, responded, âI could use a lift.
â
Ross glanced at Alexis, waiting for her cue.
Understanding that Leonel was persistently seeking her attention, Alexis leaned back in the seat and said softly, âLet him in.
â
She scooted over and instructed Ross, âHead home.
â
With a sigh, he obliged.
Once Leonel entered and the car door was closed, a subtly charged atmosphere enveloped the space.
Alexisâ choice of perfume seemed to accentuate the romantic undertones, given the close proximity of a man and woman in the back seat.
Resting her hand against the car window, she asked in a light tone, âWhat do you want?â
Leonel questioned her directly, âWhy didnât you answer my calls?â
Alexis couldnât help but laugh at the absurdity.
âWhatâs this, Leonel?
Am I obligated to answer every call you make?
Leonelâs reply was deliberate, each word emphasized.
âConsidering what happened between us that night, considering we f@cked three timesâââ
At the front, Rossâ composure faltered.
His face flushed with embarrassment.
The conversation was becoming tooâ too indiscreet for him.