Alexander reached for his phone without urgency.
It was probably work. It was always work, even at 10 PM on a weeknight. Even when he was tangled in bed with a beautiful woman who’d just given him everything he’d ever wanted. Even when he felt more at peace than he had in years.
Being CEO meant never really being off the clock.
He glanced at the screen.
Unknown number.
Probably spam. He almost set the phone back down. But something made him tap the notification, open the message.
A photo loaded.
A photo of them in the elevator of his building. Her pressed against the mirrored wall, his mouth on her neck, her eyes closed in obvious ecstasy. Her dress was hiked up around her hips. His hand was clearly between her thighs. The image was high quality—taken through the security camera, th
