It had been a while since Alexander had slept in his bedroom at the ancestral mansion, and he was trying to convince himself that it was the reason he couldn't sleep at all. But deep down, he knew better.
As he sat in his office, yawning every few minutes, he cursed under his breath. "Damn!" He couldn't focus on anything if this continued.
"It's her fault," he muttered, stubbornly blaming Rain for his restless night. It was unlike him to point fingers so irrationally, but last night had been different. His thoughts had been plagued by memories of Rain at his penthouse, and to his embarrassment, those memories had led to something he hadn't experienced before—a wet dream.
It was humiliating, something he never thought would happen to him again, and it left him feeling off balance and irritated.
He flinched when his door swung open. Eric strode in and announced, "Rain Clayton resigned from Smith Law Firm. Do you know about this?"
