Ch 21

"Izzie?"

Alex didn't know if he was more astounded or angry at the fact that Izzie had the audacity to show up at his house.

But there she was: standing in the middle of his living room wearing skimpy clothes.

"Hey, Alex," she said seductively, or what she thought was seductive.

'How did you get in here?' he asked sharply.

Izzie took a few steps forward to which Alex took a few steps back. "I had a key," she explained.

Alex mentally cursed. Of course, she did.

"Where's Wilson?" she asked not so innocently.

Alex's eyes narrowed. "That's none of your business."

Izzie smiled coyly. "Did she leave you?"

"No," Alex growled.

Either Izzie ignored his harsh tone or she was truly unaware of how unwanted she was now that she was back in Seattle. She sat on the couch with her legs crossed. She pulled the part of her shirt covering her cleavage down a bit to expose more of her already exposed breast.

"I didn't know Cristina lived here again," Izzie commented casually.

Alex narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Did she tell you she was?"

"No," Izzie declined. "I sort of had a look around."

It took everything for Alex not to explode. "You snooped around in my house," he hissed dangerously.

Izzie had the decency to blush. "It was accidental..."

Alex rubbed his face. "How do you 'accidentally' snoop, Izzie?"

Izzie avoided making any eye contact. "Well...I got myself a drink and the kitchen looked different so I just started walking around."

Alex didn't trust himself to speak. He would only glance at Izzie than sigh heavily.

"Why are you here?"

'What?" Izzie hadn't been listening. She had been daydreaming about kissing Alex.

"Why are you here?" he repeated sharply.

"I just wanted to stop by-"

"No," he cut her off. "Why are you in Seattle?"

Izzie looked like a deer caught in a headlight; panicked and confused.

"I needed a job, Alex."

But he wasn't buying it. "There are plenty of other hospitals to work at."

"They aren't hiring," she said weakly.

"Really?" he said in a mocking tone. "I know why you came back."

Izzie's blood ran cold. "You do?"

"You wanted me back," he snarled, "you think you love me again and I'm supposed to take you back."

This was it; this was her chance.

"Alex," she took another step forward, "I know deep down you love me. You don't love Jo."

"I stopped loving you years ago," he denied firmly.

A small smirk appeared on her face. "But did you really? Because I think you're infatuated with Jo. You don't love her."

"What?" he said outraged, "That's stupid. I've never loved any woman the way I love her."
"Not even me?' Izzie couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice.

"Not even you," he confirmed easily.

Izzie couldn't believe how easily he said that. He said it as if their relationship meant nothing. What was wrong with him?

It's Wilson's fault, she reminded herself. Wilson made him feel this way.

When her mind snapped back to reality, she noticed Alex was very, very cross.

"Were you even listening?" he asked angrily.

"Sorry," she said quickly. "What were you saying?"

He took a couple deep breaths to calm himself down. "Why did you tell Catherine Avery that Jo lied about her upbringing?" he watched her intently so she couldn't lie her way out of this one.

Crap. She was caught.

"Well," she fidgeted a bit. "You can't actually believe all that," she laughed nervously.

"You never once questioned about my past. You believed that," he countered.

"That's-that's different," she stuttered with frustration.

"How?"

"That explained your crappy behavior. I pitied you. That's why I wanted to date you," Izzie blurted out without any thought.

Alex wasn't sure what to think or say. Izzie dated him because she pitied him?...

"Get out," he said in a low dangerous tone. When Izzie didn't move, he boomed, "GET OUT!"

Izzie jumped. "Alex, I'm sorry," she tried to touch him but he jerked away. "I don't pity you anymore. I love you. I really do," she tried again.

Alex began pacing. "I don't want you anywhere near the wedding," he was shaking his head again and again.

She inwardly gasped. The wedding! She'd been so focused on getting Wilson fired that she'd completely forgotten about it.

The sound of a car door slamming reached her ears. It must be Wilson, she assumed.

Someone, presumably Wilson, was coming up the steps. The door was beginning to open and Izzie did the only thing she could think of.

She pulled her shirt off.

I'm sorry it's taken me longer than usual to update. My second semester of college started so my updates will be a little infrequent but my story will get finished!