Alexander Arlan Ainsley POV

I arrived in front of the penthouse, opened the door, and turned on the light. I stared at the empty living room and thought of my girl and how we met.

"I would not be surprised if Letta went to the hospital. She must have seen a psychiatrist and had therapy for her two phobias. Is my girl feeling better?" I mumbled and could not hide my anxiety.

My stomach started to hurt. I just remembered that I have not eaten dinner yet, but has my girl eaten yet? I hope she had it.

"If Letta and I had lived together, then we would have had...