Liam’s POV
I squinted against the bright morning light peeking through my window. Stretching hard, I sat up, taking in my surroundings. I was at my mansion, and then it all dawned on me—everything that had happened.
“f**k!” I groaned, my hand flying to my head as a sharp pain struck. Pressing on my temples tightly, I tried to will it away, but who was I kidding?
I turned toward the bedside table to find two empty bottles of vodka. That explained the splitting headache.
Slowly, I slumped back into bed, dreading my own existence. Why did I feel this way? Seeing Aliya yesterday with that bastard had cut the last ropes I was desperately trying to tie together. Now, I was hanging off a cliff.
“Boss?” Posh called out, pushing the door slightly open.
“Come in,” I muttered.
He strolled towa
