Alexander

“Sorry for being late. I had things to take care of.”

The familiarity of the voice punches through my chest, My eyes snap towards the door so fast I nearly give myself whiplash.

My breath stumbles.

Evangeline.

I stand immediately, forcing a smile even as my stomach churns. 

What the fuck is she doing here?

Why the fuck does she look so beautiful in that dress?

“What are you doing here, baby?” My voice is sweet, practiced, the way I speak when I’m trying to control ...