CHAPTER 25

Alex

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I trudged inside my room, my legs too heavy to take me to my bed, so I collapsed on the sofa. Its softness eased the tension in my joints caused by my office swivel chair—maybe I do need to get a better-cushioned one. I shut my eyes, enjoying the comfort the silence offered, and began to unbutton my shirt.

“Alex!” My mother charged through the door, her voice sharp, cutting through the calmness, grating my ears.

Can’t a man have peace in his home? Another sigh escaped me.

I opened my eyes, and they landed on her. Her eyes gleamed with fury, her brows furrowed, and I could only wonder what I had done wrong this time.

“What did I do again?” I questioned, wiggling my brows. Tiredness drained the life out of my voice.

“How would you embarrass Mia like that?” My mother questioned, tapping her feet against the floor.

“Oh God,” I groaned as another headache shot through my head. I’ve had a stressful day, and all I needed was rest, not some old woman nagging at me—especia