The next few days fell into a strange routine.
Alexander would drop me at work in the morning, his driver waiting outside all day. I'd come home — to his penthouse, because I hadn't gone back to my apartment since that night — and he'd be there waiting.
We cooked together sometimes. Watched old movies. Talked until late about everything and nothing.
It felt... domestic. Dangerously comfortable.
I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It dropped on Thursday.
I was in a meeting with the design team when my phone buzzed silently. Unknown number again.
I ignored it.
It buzzed again. Then again.
I excused myself and stepped into the hallway.
"What?" I answered quietly.
This time, no distorted voice. Just heavy breathing, then a low growl.
"Enjoying your time with the King, reject
