In Which He Doesn't Show Up

#Chapter19 In Which He Doesn't Show Up

Alexander woke up to the buzzing of his phone on the bedside table as he squinted at the faint blue light the illuminated from the phone.

He looked down at Isla who was soundlessly sleeping on him, making him her personal mattress, she stirred a little at the commotion but went right back to her slumber as Alexander's fingers weaved through her silky strands with one hand as he picked up and answered his phone with the other, looking at the caller ID to see it was one of the security team members.

/"What is it?/" he asked, voice groggy as he massaged his temples to get the sleep away.

/"We have an urgent thing to take care of. Meet us at the compound in ten to lay out the plan/" the guard said making Alexander scowl.

/"Fucking hell. Fine/" with that he hung up keeping the phone back.