Chapter 24 Twenty-four

• ALEX’S POV
• What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s been a week, and I still can’t get the image of Flora kneeling in my office out of my head. I keep telling myself to forget about it, that it was just an embarrassing misunderstanding. But it’s like my brain didn’t get the memo. Her wide, uncertain eyes are seared into my thoughts, resurfacing at the most inconvenient times—during meetings, phone calls, and even in the middle of the night when I should be dead asleep.
• I’ve tried everything. I asked David to line up more Subs, hoping to distract myself. He delivered, of course—each girl more stunning than the last, all eager to please. But no matter who walked through my door, none of them felt right. And it’s not like I even know what “right” is supposed to feel like anymore. All I know is that none of them were her.