_Bladen’s POV_
From my penthouse, I could see everything outside. Everything. From the towering skyscrapers to the shimmering city lights, the movement of cars far below—it all had a way of making me feel both powerful and insignificant at the same time, but what I cherished the most was the solitude… the solitude which seemed haunting today.
Every evening, after work, I would unwind with a drink in hand, enjoying the silence that wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. It was the closest thing to peace I had ever known.
Tonight, however, was different. I sat on the plush leather couch, my gaze fixed on the breathtaking cityscape of Texas, and there was a bottle of whiskey resting in my right hand, its golden liquid catching the dim light of my living room, all while I thought about the infuriating woman who wouldn’t leave my mind.
Lynnette.
Now, her ignoring my texts made sense. I had arrived at her apartment, and she flipped me off faster than I could even retort.
