Chapter 18

Alexander’s POV

I showed my I.D. to the bouncer who let me into the club as I scoffed at the man.

Did he think I was twelve with my wedding ring on my finger?

I had gone out of the house for a party at my friends club as I needed a drink. It was better here than at home.

I bumped into someone who apologized after seeing the frown on my face. I was in a bad mood and ready to get off physically with anyone who would test my patience tonight.

I had tried calling Blair but she was not picking up my calls. I was confused at why my own wife would not pick up my calls. What did she have to do that was more important than what I had to say to her?

Of course I just wanted to know how her day was going but for her to not pick up my calls throughout the day and not respond to my messages was another reason I was mad.

Something was wrong and I was going to get to the bottom of this.

I picked up my phone as I slid onto a stool. Each time I would call it was either it was not reachable or switched o