Sitting down at the desk, he switches on the monitor that shows the cameras in her apartment, and she isn’t in her bedroom where she usually is at this time of the night. He flips through the rest of the apartment and finds her sitting at the dining room table… She is on the lap of that f@cking oaf, busy feeding him something!
What the hell happened in the little while he was gone?!!!
His glass crushes in his hand in anger, and it cuts his palm as blood starts to drip on his pants.
“We had better look at the evidence before tomorrow morning.” He hears her sweet voice and watches as she kisses the man on the screen before slipping off his lap and taking the seat next to him.
“Yes, you don’t want Cappie to think that we aren’t working, huh?”
Alexander smashes his cut hand right into the
