As Paul's lips neared hers, Alexandra acted fast and slapped her hand against his cheek.
Or at least, that was what she hoped she could do.
But that wasn't the case.
Paul was too quick for her to even gather what was happening, let alone react to it.
Just in a blink of an eye, his lips connected with hers. Alexandra wanted to push him off, but what caught her more off guard, was the fact that she didn't want to.
She fought so hard not to kiss him back, but it was impossible to resist...
Impossible to ignore the softness of his lips, as it caressed hers in the most passionate way.
Alexandra was determined to put her hands against his chest to push him away. But her hands betrayed her and instead, as soon as they made connection with Paul's chest, traveled up and tangled behind his neck.
But just as soon as it had started, it ended and Paul moved away abruptly. Alexandra's eyes widened and she stared up at him, completely out of breath, just to see that Paul was smirking down at her.
"Not bad, Ms. Evans. Not bad at all. I definitely wasn't expecting that." He finally moved away from her, his smirk still playing on his lips. "See you later, my lovely fiancé."
Afterwards, he turned on his heels and left Alexandra alone in the middle of that deserted corridor. She cursed herself immediately for not stopping him from that.
She felt humiliated, but she couldn't help her finger that slowly wandered toward her slightly swollen lips.
And that was when her lips curled up to form a small smile. But before it could happen, Alexandra shook her head.
She couldn't let her mind wander to that direction.
But... Would she be able to help her confused feelings if they ever decided to show up?
The music could still be heard from where Alexandra sat in her bedroom, freshly out of shower and clothed in her casual clothes.
She had her head resting in her palms with her eyes closed. She could tell that the party was dying downstairs, but she couldn't careless about nothing anymore; more important things were going through her mind.
From the way that James's mere presence effected her heart, to the dreams and flashbacks that she was having.
Not to mention the same night when Paul Henderson, the man who Alexandra counted as the most cold-hearted bastard ever created, had announced to everyone that Alexandra was his soon to be bride; and just to make matters worse, he had kissed her.
And what's worse, is that Alexandra actually liked it.
But the most important thing that busied her mind the most, was that anonymous and mysterious letter.
Had it been written by her, according to her similar handwriting with the letter?
If yes, that would've meant that Alexandra used to know Paul Henderson pretty well.
But then, how come Paul had told her that he had never seen her before in his whole life?
But these questions weren't all... What was the secret of James's detest toward Paul?
Love at first sight did exist in Alexandra's creed. But surly one can't hate someone just for no reason.
Besides, what was the reaction that Paul had over hearing Andrea's name?
All those questions had busied Alexandra too much for her to realize that someone had knocked the door and entered the room.
Alexandra turned around quickly, glancing at the doorway.
There stood Jenna, still in her cute yet weird party dress, carrying a box in her tiny hands.
"Yes?" Alexandra looked at her.
"May I come in?" She asked, her curly blonde hair almost reaching her waist.
Jenna entered the room and closed the door behind herself, walking in and sitting beside Alexandra on the bed.
"I brought you chocolate." She said with a smile, handing Alexandra the box.
"Uh... Thank you."
"Peter told me about your situation with Paul and Uncle John. So I became determined to at least help you somehow." She shrugged. "Chocolates always do the trick. You can trust me on that."
"Thanks." Alexandra maxed for a few moments before saying. "Hey, Jenna?"
"Is John really as bad as everyone says?"
"Oh, of course not." Jenna scoffed. "He's way worse!" She giggled. "Honestly, I don't have enough middle fingers to express how I feel about him."
Alexandra forced a small laughter, but it faded quickly when she opened her mouth to ask another question.
"But why did Paul chose me? He could've chosen anyone else."
"Maybe because he looks at you the way you look at that boy, Anderson."
Alexandra's eyes widened and so she dropped her gaze on her lap, playing with her fingers nervously.
"What do you mean?" She asked awkwardly, praying that Jenna hadn't realized about her feeling toward a certain black-headed boy.
But Jenna didn't answer. Instead, she giggled and all of a sudden leaned forward and brought Alexandra into a tight hug.
"You can always count on me, Lexi."
She pulled away and smiled, standing up and walking toward the door.
"Oh, and a piece of advice; whenever you felt down," said Jenna right before she was about to exit the room. "eat. You'll feel better."