The Girl in the Wych Elm (XIII)
XIII. The Widening Gyre It didn’t matter how much Alexander terrorized Wych Elm society, the man always had a steady stream of lovers flocking to his bed, undeterred by his infamous nature. The mayor was a good time for some women while others held out hoping to become his wife one day. But Alexander didn’t care about them. He loved none of the women and never would. There were no favorites. The women (as everyone was to him) were objects for his use and play until he became bored. And when Alexander grew bored, which he always did, he would cast them aside in favor of someone else. The mayor made it blatantly clear to every woman he seduced that they were replaceable. He warned those women not to become attached or fall in love with him. They were for his pleasure and nothing more. “ Love? ” Alexander scoffed when she said the word. He stared at Maya like the idiot he saw her as. “I don’t believe in love. Never have and never will.” Alexander replied cheekily to the y...