Nathan’s POV

Madison sashayed her way into the apartment.

“What do you want, Madison?” I asked.

“Nathan, where are your manners?” She stated. “Are you not going to offer me a drink?”

I ran my hand through my hair. “Would you like a drink, Madison?”

“I’ll have a glass of champagne if you have some, Nathan,” Madison smiled with her crimson red lips.

“I’ll be right back with that,” I said as I wandered into the kitchen. I grabbed a champagne glass from the cupboard ...