Chapter 7
- THERON POV
- “The door’s open,” I called, stepping into my study without looking back.
- Behind me, I heard the faint creak of the door and the soft click as it shut. I didn’t need to turn around to know Manny had followed, bottle of scotch in hand. This had become something of a ritual drinking in my penthouse whenever life decided to throw a punch. Tonight, it had hit below the belt.