Alexander’s POV

The emergency I needed to attend to looks like: sipping whiskey on a couch, sixty-nine floors above the ground—in my penthouse, by my floor-to-ceiling window, and taking in the expensive view of the sleepless City, while listening to something… unconventional.

Sophia moaning in pleasure.

Her delicate sounds fill the penthouse, echoing out of the speakers in the ceiling. It sounds better than music.

I twirl my drink, and the ice cubes hit the glass with soft clinks.

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