Chapter 165

Madison

I blinked, trying to process his words through my post-orgasmic haze. “What? Financial fraud?”

“We don’t have time for explanations,” Alexander said, tossing his shirt over his head. His muscles flexed as he buttoned it with practiced efficiency. “Get dressed. Now.”

The urgency in his voice snapped me into action. I scrambled off the bed and headed to the closet, where some of my clothes hung alongside his designer suits.

I quickly selected a charcoal pencil skirt and cream blouse, which were professional enough for whatever crisis awaited us.

“Faster,” he barked, already fully dressed and checking his phone again. His jaw clenched tighter with each swipe of his thumb.

I hurried into the bathroom to fix my appearance, wincing at my reflection. My hair was a tangled mess, my lips swollen, and faint red marks dotted my neck where Alexander had gotten carried away. I quickly applied concealer to the most visible marks and pulled my hai