Christopher's POV
I sauntered into my penthouse, kicking off my leather shoes and sinking into the plush embrace of my couch. What a night. Olivia had been... unexpected, to say the least. But damn, that girl had the fire.
My mind drifted to her curves, the way she'd moaned. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of lust. There was still unfinished business to attend to.
I fished my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it with a swipe. The dating app icon winked at me, a reminder of my original plans for the evening. I tapped it open.
Cutiepie69: Hey, Daddy, I'm so sorry, but I can't make it tonight. Some personal stuff came up. How about tomorrow?
"Personal stuff," my ass. Probably found a better offer. Still, I couldn't exactly throw stones, given how my own evening had t
