Alpha Xander

ONE YEAR AGO

He planted a kiss on her cheek, making her turn red, and wrapped his hands around her waist as he drew her closer to him, “By this time next year, I'll be done with my program at Harvard,” she giggled as he planted a kiss on her forehead, “And we'll finally be together—”

“—Forever,” she completed for him as she stared into his eyes lovingly, her arms wrapped around his neck. It was one of the best moments she had when she was with him.

“Forever,” he repeated as they locked lips, engaging in a brief yet passionate kiss before he begrudgingly pulled away from her.

“I should get going now,” he told her in a sad tone as he picked up his traveling bag.

She hugged him from his back, tears trickling down her face, “Next year… don't you dare forget,” she threatened jokingly.

He turned to her and gave her hands a light, reassuring squeeze, “This time next year, you’ll go from Catherine Brown to Catherine Lindse. I promise,” he assured her as he kissed the tears from her eyes.

She sniffed in a chuckle, “I have something for you,” she announced before making her way towards her closet.

He shuffled on his left foot, “I don't think it's necessary,” he itched his head in embarrassment, knowing fully well what she was going to give him. It wasn't the first time nor the tenth time.

For the 6 years they had been together, it had been like a routine of hers, and although he always rejected it every time, she always found a way to get it to him.

She brought out a slightly bulky brown envelope and stretched it to him, “Here, take this.”

He glanced at the envelope and then at her, “I don't know how many odd jobs you must have taken up to get this, but like I always say, I can't take this,” he pushed the envelope back to her.

She stared at him with a defiant look, “What are you talking about? You can’t possibly reject it,” she stated before adding, “I have no one except you in this world and we can’t both be dropouts, so take it to support yourself,” she urged him as she took his left palm in hers and placed the envelope in it.

He glanced at the envelope, his eyes watering, “Thank you Catherine but you really shouldn’t have. You could have saved up to go back to college with all the money you’ve been giving me,” he sighed.

She hugged him tight, “It really doesn’t matter to me. So long as you are happy, I am.”

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THE PRESENT

She removed her hair band and her long, dirty blonde hair fell in curls down her skull, before stopping above her ass. She picked up a comb and brushed her hair before making her way toward the full-length mirror.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. A pair of white, knee-high boots complimented the strapless, black gown she had on. The gown hugged her body tightly, showing all her curves, and stopped at her thighs.

Silver jewelry adorned her neck, wrists, and ears as a smile played on her dolled-up face, “Perfect!” she squealed in her fruity voice excitedly as she picked up her silver purse and her white, leather jacket from the bed before briskly making her way towards the front door.

Lavender. She immediately dashed back into the room and picked up the bottle of lavender perfume she had specifically prepared for the event since he loved the smell of Lavender.

She brought out her phone and checked the time. Shit! I'm running late. She immediately dashed out of the house, locked the door, and sped into her worn-out car.

“Mrs. Catherine Lindse,” she blushed at her words and started the engine, “I can't believe this is happening,” she squealed, tears brimming in her eyes.

She looked up at the roof of her car, trying to stop tears from falling on her face as it would ruin her makeup instantly.

“Mrs. Catherine Lindse,” she repeated again and laughed in joy before driving towards the restaurant where she was to meet her boyfriend. After a long drive, she arrived at the restaurant and nervously made her way towards the door while wearing her jacket.

She took deep breaths as she stood in front of the door, and made her way inside the restaurant. The restaurant was simply decorated, yet breathtakingly beautiful. She didn't have time to admire it as her eyes darted around, searching for him.

A female waitress walked up to her, “Miss. Catherine Brown?” she asked.

What was Jack planning?