Having his phone off was a normal occurence for Alexander at this point. Anyone who matteref would reach him through his assistant, while his phone was mostly reserved for family. And she shall be damned if he ruined his mood even more by having to deal with any of them. Not Shaun though, never Shaun.

The Crown placed his wine glass back on the table before him, his gaze drifting towards the woman laying on his lap, her long hair sprawled beneath her and falling off the couch they were on.

"Comfortable?" He asked, a playful tone clear in his tone as a charming smile tugged at his lips. Yet, before he could receive an answer, the front door opened

He could have sworn he locked it, or asked the club staff to lock it after their food was brought in.