Chapter 80

• MICHEAL'S POV
• The sky has that golden shade of early morning light as I stood at my penthouse window, tying my cufflinks in the reflection of the glass. I wasn't the type to think much about my appearance, because honestly I don't have to do too much to look good. But tonight was different. The charity event has always been a big deal, but this year? It kind of felt personal. Maybe because Ashley would be there, and for once in years, I wouldn't be alone. I can't wait to see that little brat of mine.
• I exhaled and adjusted the collar of my suit. It's a midnight blue classic Armani suit. Nothing too flashy, but well tailored and sharp enough to slice the air. Ashley always said I look too serious in black. “Baby, why not try other colours. You'll look less like a mafia boss,” she'd teased once.