Chapter 197

Madison

Alexander cursed under his breath, his shoulders tensing as he peered through the peephole. He stepped back, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“It’s Anthony and his girlfriend, Lyla,” he said, his voice tight with frustration. “I invited them for drinks, but with everything that happened today...” He shook his head. “Completely slipped my mind.”

“You invited people over and forgot?” I whispered, clutching the blanket tighter around me. “What do we do?”

“Get dressed,” he ordered. “Quickly.”

I scrambled off the couch, dropping the blanket and searching frantically for my clothes. I found my dress and bra crumpled on the floor and pulled them on, then reached for my underwear-or what was left of it. The delicate fabric hung in tatters, completely unwearable after Alexander had ripped them off me earlier.

“My panties are torn,” I hissed, holding up the ruined garment.

His lips curved into a smug smile despite the situati