Alexander’s POV

I wait at the foot of the stairs, already texting my private cleaning service company.

Miss Spotless: {Does it have to be my team and me?}

Me: {No. Just get any team to the address I sent, but I’d appreciate it if they’re as discreet as your team. Thanks.}

I pocket my phone and rake my fingers through my hair.

“Look at you losing your mind because everywhere’s a mess.”

I lift my head to see Candace chuckling as she comes down the stairs. Her hair is secured in a ...