Tyra’s POV
It’s a long staircase down to the ground floor from Alexander’s office, I furiously stomp my feet as I climb down the stairs. I’m irritated by Alex’s rude behavior, I mean who the hell does he think he is, the creator of heaven and earth? Why does he have such a foul tongue and why does he insist on treating me like his punching bag. He wants me to carry his child so shouldn’t he be kissing my feet instead?
How could he summon me to his office just to ask me about my private s****l life, the one that I had before I even knew he existed. We are not even in a relationship so how is it any of his business, why should he care so much? I don’t believe his claims that he only sleeps with virgins, anyway, he is the one who wants to conceive naturally, not me. If he can’t sleep with
