Beginning of the End

The beginning of the end started like this.

I woke up naked and drenched in questionable fluids. Last night was one of the raunchiest nights we’ve spent together. It goes without saying that it’s one for the books.

I blink back the tiredness from my eyes and check the time. I’m running late but my body just wouldn’t move. That lethargy you get only from a night of satisfaction lingers in my every limb. I want to simply bask in this indulgence.

But life has its own plans. My phone starts ringing and doesn’t stop until I angrily pick it up.

“What?”

“Boss, our stocks are….”

“Goddamn it,” I mumbled as I frustratedly got up from bed. The drone of the news coming from one of the finance guys keeps me company as I prepare for my day. The silence of the penthouse still irks me.

Not a peep from Olivia. There’s no coffee machine running or sizzling of some meat on the stove.

Things simply have changed and I have to accept that. I leave my room and contemplate the fact that we’ve regress