Ruby’s POV
The heavy oak door to Alex’s master suite didn't just open; it flew back against the wall as I stormed into his room. The morning sun was barely filtering through the sheer linen drapes, but I was already a walking thunderstorm. My silk robe fluttered around my ankles, my phone gripped so tightly in my hand my knuckles were white.
"Why are people so eager to jump to completely idiotic conclusions?!" I demanded, my voice cutting through the quiet room like a blade.
Alex jolted slightly, sitting up against his pillows. His dark hair was a messy, post-sleep tumble, his broad chest bare to the cool air, and his piercing blue eyes blinked in sudden confusion.
"Ruby?" he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "What's going on?"
"This is what’s going on!" I marched right up t
