ALEXANDER
“That was a shame,” my father sighed as he dropped down on the chair opposite me, resting his head and staring at the ceiling. I ignored him and kept pouring myself a drink, trying to calm my shaking hand.
“Hmm,” he hummed, now looking at me. “Your hand is shaking.”
“Yeah, no s**t,” I growled, downing the drink without a pause.
“You suggested this, Alexander,” he said, now leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His robe was open at the top, his shoulder exposed, and if I looked down, I knew I would see his bulge. Mine was still fully erect. “When I said we found someone, you wasted no time saying her name.”
“You don’t have to remind me,” I grunted, looking away from him. “I still remember clearly.”
“Good. Then you’ll remember why she’s here and what she’s supp
