Take Off My Clothes

The following week Phoebe'd been going to Alexander's villa as he requested. However, she only went after midnight, as she didn't want to give up her job at the bar, which ended at 12:00.

After checking with the butler, she was shown to a guest room. Alexander wasn't there, and she didn't dare sleep in his bed. Besides, she didn't want to—it smelled like him, which unnerved her.

By the time she showered and changed into her pajamas, it was already 1:00 a.m. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

This had been happening every night. Despite being exhausted, sleep wouldn't come.

What exactly was she waiting for?

Why hadn't Alexander come back in all this time? What was he doing?

Damn it, why was she thinking about him again?

That beastly man! She must have been cursed to even think about him. She should hate him—despise him.

Phoebe clenched her fists, wishing he would never appear before her again. She slapped her head in frustration, turned off the light, and buried hers