Alexander's POV
Alexander heard the loud noise and pushed Beatrice away from him. That scent—he'd recognize it even in his sleep. He ran out, and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw Lance standing alone. Where the fuck was Stephanie?
"Where is she?!" he demanded, still a bit drowsy from whatever it was that Beatrice had put in the drink she brought him.
"She went inside and saw... something that made her leave angrily... sir," Lance said, his tone implying anger. Like the "sir" was an afterthought. Did that mean... did Stephanie see him and Beatrice? Fuck, he needed to explain himself. He didn't know how, but he needed to, especially now that things were just getting good between them.
"Where is she now?" he asked more calmly. He just needed to find Stephanie.
"I don't know, sir. She ran off," Lance answered, which made Alexander mad. Why would he leave her all on her own? What the fuck was he paying him for?
