ALEXANDER’S POV
I was heading back to the hotel, exhausted from back-to-back meetings, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Nia.
I picked up right away.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hey,” she said softly. “So… Professor Lane was fired.”
I smirked, already expecting the call. “I know.”
There was a pause, then she sighed. “You didn’t have to go that far, Alex.”
That ticked me off.
“Nia,” I said, my voice hardening. “He put his hands on you. He crossed a line, hell, he obliterated the line. Who knows how many other girls he’s done that to and gotten away with it.”
“I know,” she murmured. “You’re right… I just, I don’t know. I feel a little bad that he’s fired.”
“Don’t.”
I stopped walking and leaned against a lamp post, running a hand through my hair. “You did nothing wrong. That man took
