*Nigel's POV*
George dropped me off at my penthouse. I didn't want to stay at my estate after what Sophie did to me.
I saw her face every time I walked past my piano or stared out the window and looked at the spot where we made love. If I tried to swim at the beach, I felt her body as the waves crash on my chest. I smelt her perfume when I sat on my couch.
I didn't know why I agreed to meet with Sophie today. I was exhausted after the emotionally draining conversation with Richard, but at least we had a plan to clean up this mess.
I'd never been in this type of mess before. Billionaires like me are too smooth to be fooled by journalists, and I needed to get back into the game. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
I checked my watch to see how much time I had before meeting with Sophie.
D*mn, it wa
