Jessie ditched the elevator for the stairs, heading downstairs from the office.

Funny enough, the VIP wards were just a floor below.

And there was Albert, puffing away on a cigarette, filling the stairwell with smoke.

Through the haze, Jessie caught sight of him.

He was all business in his attire but he'd ditched the jacket, sporting just a white shirt and black pants.

He looked suave but Jessie knew it was just a front. She knew how intense and dominating he could be behind closed doors.

She didn't want any part of it, so she turned to bail.

But Albert was quick to grab her hand. Despite her struggle, he pinned her to the door, slamming it shut.

“What's your deal, Albert?"

Jessie wriggled for ages but couldn't break free. And in the struggle, their bodies brushed against each other. He bent his knee to hold her still, his voice tinged with desire. "Stay put!"

She was taken aback.

Then she laid into him, calling him shameless and a lecherous beast.

Albert kept her pinned with one hand, casually puffing on his smoke with the other. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, looking dashing...

He looked even more dashing than usual at this particular moment.

Jessie froze in place.

He grinned. "Struggle all you want. It only makes me more excited."

Fuming, she kicked out at him.

Albert dropped the tough-guy act. He gently grabbed and caressed her kicking leg, and then reluctantly released her. Stepping back, he didn't let her bolt.

He met her glare, his eyes bloodshot. “Did you and Axell have a spat?

Is there another woman involved?"