Chapter 66

• LIAM
• Sitting in my penthouse office, the clock struck midnight, but I wasn't any closer to sleep. My mind was still on the numbers glowing on the computer screen in front of me, mocking me with their grim reality. The past week had been a mess—investors breathing down my neck, funds running thin, and capital bleeding out faster than I could patch it.
• Just as I was about to dive back into my figures, the door creaked open softly, and in walked Monique. She moved in, wearing nothing but one of my shirts, the fabric just barely grazing her thighs, the buttons undone all the way down to her navel. The sight of her, that allure, made me feel like I could get used to this. Maybe I could, if I could ever afford to breathe for a second.