DARIUS POV

Darius was having trouble sleeping again, as he did most nights.

He blinked his lids tightly as he chugged whiskey after whiskey down his throat, glancing at the large clock hanging at the top of his bed's headboard.

12:45 am…

It was getting late, and the alcohol he'd been drinking nonstop wasn't luring him into the much-needed sleep he needed.

He'd be out of this mansion tomorrow, or early this morning rather, on his way to sort out his business issues, and he hadn't slept ...