Alexander’s POV

Sophia’s words and tone split my head in half. She never swears at me. Yet she…

Dazed, I stare at her and don’t even realize when she slips her hand out of mine until she turns to leave. My eyes are fixed on her back. She’s barely four steps away when I say, “Fu–ing exhausting?” and scoff.

I grind my jaw and begin peeling off my suit, rising from the sofa. “Sophia?”

No answer. She just keeps going, her long hair floating behind her.

“Sophia?” My eyes ...