The morning sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, casting a soft gold hue across the marble floors and velvet drapes. The skyline shimmered in the distance, blurred by the rising heat of the early sun.

I stirred beneath my cream silk sheets, my lashes fluttering open with the slow grace of someone who had mastered control even in her sleep.

I then went straight to my kitchen to get myself a coffee.

I poured my coffee into a crystal mug, no sugar, no cream. ...