Andre's POV
After everything had subsided in me, the anger and the urge to argue, I finally went into Alexa room to find her so we could talk like normal adults. It was already past eight p.m.
"Alexa? Alexa, are you in there?" I patiently knocked on her door, but no one answered.
Perhaps, she was still annoyed.
I pushed the door open and tried to enter. Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked. Things didn't feel too right with that. If she had wanted to keep me out, she would have locked the door and prevented me from entering.
"Alexa, where the hell are you?" I called out again and began to check around, she wasn't in the bathroom either. On glancing around once again, I noticed scattered clothes on the floor along with her wardrobe being half empty, and that could only mean one thin
