Chapter 92

Alexander’s POV

“You’re finally home, Alexander. I thought I was going to wait forever.”

I stood up abruptly, forgetting all the fatigue I was feeling and turned in the direction of the stairs to find that wench standing there, barely in any clothes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Ava?” I snapped at her but she just smiled and walked down the stairs.

“Shush, sweetheart. You don’t want to be cussing like that when our daughter is sleeping upstairs. She’s going to pick up bad words and that is not good,” she said like she truly cared about Amber.

“Who put Amber to sleep, Josie?” I asked her without turning around because I was fuming and beside myself with anger.

“I did. She was throwing a fit and asked for Dalia till she slept off but she later did,” she explained and I ran my hand through my hair in a mixture of frustration and anger.

“I fucking told you not to come near my daughter until we figure things out. What exactly