Olivia
I groaned and tossed my phone onto the couch cushion beside me. Why was he so damn stubborn? First, showing up at the hospital like some knight in an Armani suit, and now insisting on coming to my apartment in the middle of the night. What part of our contract covered midnight food delivery?
The thought of Alexander seeing my tiny apartment made me glance around with fresh eyes. It wasn't messy, exactly, but it wasn't CEO-of-a-multi-billion-dollar company ready either. The contrast between his sleek penthouse and my cozy apartment would be laughable.
With a resigned sigh, I pushed myself off the couch. If he was coming, I at least needed a shower. I'd spent all day in a hospital waiting room, and I probably smelled like anxiety and bad coffee.
The hot water felt heavenly against
