(ALICE'S POV).Next morning was awkward, tension clouding the whole penthouse. I did my best to avoid him, but how could I, it was his fucking house, and my fucking husband!“Morning.” He greeted with the same sexy morning voice that always sends heat to my belly. But now, I didn’t care about the effects.I nodded. I was on a mission to not talk to him, till whenever.“You look good. Team dinner later?” he spoke again.I wore navy blue blazers, white knee length boots, and a black mini bag to match. My hair was tied into a messy bun, and a light makeup adorned my face. I knew I looked good, and he was right, we have a team dinner later. But I wasn’t ready to talk to him. I grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and headed out, wondering how his face looked like behind me at my lack of acknowledgement. I met Jordan at the entrance, and seeing him made me feel guilty again. I don’t know what Alex is thinking, but I knew it was entirely my fault for bringing him up. I mean he has the p
Read more