ALEXANDER’S POV
I was in the middle of an early morning meeting when my phone started buzzing. Nia. I excused myself, stepping out quickly to answer but it stopped before I could pick up.
I frowned, calling her right back.
Voicemail.
I tried again. Same thing.
A pit formed in my stomach. That wasn’t like her. I dialed again…voicemail. Again.
Weird.
I pulled up Logan’s number and called the gym.
“She just left,” he said, casual as always.
“Check if her car’s still there,” I said sharply, already pacing. “Something feels off.”
“Alright, give me a sec,” he replied, the concern creeping into his voice.
I hung up, staring at my phone like it might tell me something I didn’t already know.
Come on, Nia… where the hell are you?
A minute later, Logan called back. My chest
