I was sitting at my desk, staring blankly at my computer screen, when I heard the door to the office open. I looked up to see Alexander walking in, a smile on his face.
My heart skipped a beat as I felt a rush of emotions. It had been months since Alexander and I had last spoken, and I had thought that I was over him. But now, as I looked into his eyes, I felt like I was right back where I had started.
"Hey," Alexander said, walking over to my desk. "It's good to see you, Sofia."
I felt a lump form in my throat as I tried to speak. "Alexander," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
Alexander leaned against the edge of my desk, his eyes locked on mine. "I'm back in town for a while," he said. "I thought I'd drop by and say hello."
I felt a flutter in my chest as I looked at Alexander. He was just as handsome and charming as I had remembered, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that gave me pause. It was a look of sadness, of regret, and it made me wonder what had brought Alexander back to town.
"What's going on, Alexander?" I asked, my voice a little stronger now. "You didn't just come back to town to say hello, did you?"
Alexander sighed, rubbing his temples. "No," he said. "I didn't. I came back because...well, because I realized that I made a mistake when I left."
I felt a surge of emotions at Alexander's words. A mistake? What did he mean?
"What kind of mistake?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Alexander looked at me, his eyes locked on mine. "I realized that I was in love with you, Sofia," he said. "And I was too afraid to admit it."
I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Alexander was in love with me? I couldn't believe it.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice shaking.
Alexander sighed. "I was afraid of getting hurt," he said. "I was afraid that you wouldn't feel the same way."
I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at Alexander. I had feelings for him, too, but I had been too afraid to admit them.
"What do you want from me, Alexander?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Alexander looked at me, his eyes locked on mine. "I want a second chance," he said. "I want to prove to you that I'm worthy of your love."
I felt a surge of emotions at Alexander's words. A second chance? I wasn't sure if I was ready for that.
But as I looked into Alexander's eyes, I saw something there that gave me pause. It was a look of sincerity, of genuine emotion, and it made me wonder if maybe, just maybe, Alexander was telling the truth.
"I don't know, Alexander," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need time to think."
Alexander nodded, a look of understanding on his face. "I understand," he said. "Take all the time you need, Sofia. I'll be waiting."
As Alexander turned and walked away, I felt a sense of uncertainty. What was I going to do? Was I going to give Alexander a second chance, or was I going to tell him to leave me alone?
I didn't know, but I was determined to find out.
Over the next few days, I couldn't stop thinking about Alexander. I couldn't stop wondering if maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.
I decided to do some digging, to see if I could uncover any information about Alexander's past. I wanted to know if he was genuinely interested in me, or if he was just playing games.
As I sat at my desk, scrolling through my computer, I stumbled upon a article about Alexander's family. They were wealthy and influential, and they had a reputation for being ruthless in business.
I felt a surge of emotions as I read the article. Was Alexander just like his family, or was he different?
I decided to do some more digging, to see if I could uncover any information about Alexander's personal life. I wanted to know if he was genuinely interested in me, or if he was just playing games.
As I sat at my desk, scrolling through my computer, I stumbled upon a social media profile for Alexander. He had posted pictures of himself with various women, and he had written captions that made it seem like he was a player.
I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at the pictures. Was Alexander just playing me, or was he genuinely interested in me?
I didn't know, but I was determined to find out.
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