It was no secret how Madelaine’s father hates him so much, not just him, but his whole family. When he was younger, he wouldn’t be caught dead in a Prescott party but the last few months changed his perspective of the Prescott. Ever since he got hooked with Madelaine Prescott. Licking his lips, he watched as she made her way towards him and his father. He gave her a crooked smile when she said the would devour because the only thing that will be devoured tonight was Maddy. With her black lace dress, that will be long gone later on. He was planning to give her a mindblowing sex as a congratulation for her graduation.
“Don’t worry, your father was very welcoming,” Alexander smirked, shaking his head, he was definitely not if no one was around, he would have thought the older Prescott would grab him by the throat and throw him outside. When they were out of her father’s sight, Alexander looked at Madelaine, “I am a Hale, and he is a Prescott, we are both used to provoking each other.” He muttered under his breath before meeting Maddy’s eyes, “You look great tonight, I hope you know that dress is meant to be off tonight." His eyes run over her body, clicking his tongue as he smiled, he likes what he sees. If this wasn’t her party, he would have dragged her in the nearest bathroom and pushed her on the wall, eating her out while she screams his name. "But since this is your party, I can probably hold it a bit longer." Glancing at his pants which shows an obvious bulge, he wasn’t sure how long he can wait though.
"I do wonder what you will tell your father if he asks you about the business deal,” Alex rubbed his chin, waving at the waiter who was serving drinks. He took a wine glass before glancing at the waiter, “Rose for the lady,” He can recall perfectly that was her favorite drink, he knows a lot about her favorite things than he lets on. “You received the bouquet I sent earlier?” He asked her, he had personally arranged it with the florist, just like how he had done last Christmas. She likes personal things, things that would let her know that he remembers every small thing about her. It might be her favorite wine, favorite flower, or anything else. Today was her day, he might not have personally known her long enough but she worked hard for this. "Would a kiss on your cheek as a congratulation alarm your father?“
Maddy quirked a playful brow. She doubted her father was anything like the welcoming man Alex seems to suggest, despite the obvious sarcasm. She was almost certain that he’d throw Alex out, if not for the sake of throwing a scene on his daughters’s graduation party. It gave her some relief to know that her father had some restraint. “You Prescott and Hale men and your pride,” she shook her head in amusement. But her disappointment didn’t last long as she watched Alex’s eyes rove over her body. “Oh, don’t worry. I made sure it’s easy to take off.” She smirked, unable to hold her eyes back from drifting towards his now bulging pants. Her gaze moved back heatedly towards Alex. “Though I do admire your self control. We could both use a bit of that these days.”
She scoffed at Alex’s contemplation before she watched him order the waiter for a rose. Her heart seemed to spike at that, how he seemed to remember the littlest details about her. The waiter was prepared, to her delight, as he plucked a glass filled with bubbling rose from the selection. Once she took her wine, the waiter went his merry way before Maddy turned back to Alex. “I’ll probably tell him nothing just to piss him off,” she grinned wickedly. Her face softened in the slightest, however, at the mention of the flowers he sent. “I did. Thank you, by the way. They’re very pretty. I nearly cut my maid’s hand off for trying to touch it.” It seems that she was plenty violent when it comes to the things Alex sends her. They were sentimental, and though she would not admit it out loud, were better than any pair of shoes or designer clothes a man could possibly provide her.
“I personally think it’s harmless. But it would be so entertaining to piss him off any more than I already do if you do try it.” Maddy challenged him before taking a fruitful sip of her rose, wanting to see just how her father would react, and how far Alex would go. It was dangerous waters to swim in, but she couldn’t quite care at this point. It was her day after all. Her and Tessa’s day. They both deserve to have what they want, even if Maddy’s was so far out of reach, metaphorically. “You know what would piss him off even more?” Maddy asked playfully. “If you dance with me. Right now.”