Valerie stared at Alexander, her forehead knitted, wondering how he knew she was wearing the same clothes as the night before.
“I'm sorry, how did you know I'm wearing the same clothes?” she asked boldly, wondering if Alexander was the same man she spent the night with.
If Alexander Hamilton was the stranger who took advantage of her situation, she wished it was him, so at least he would find out she was still a virgin, even though it was careless of her to lose her purity.
“Well, I saw you at the airport, and I was wondering who you were dropping off,” Alexander replied, comfortably sitting in the chair across from her.
“Unless you purposely came to pick me up,” Alexander added.
“Excuse me, I want to make things clear to you. I didn't know you were back from abroad, and I was there b
