Jax pushed through the front door of his home at 4:03 AM. His house was dimly lit, a soft glow from the living room’s motion lights cast an aura of vintage wealth across the marble floors.
His tie was loose, his shirt half-untucked, the smell of s*x and expensive cologne clung to him. He kicked off his shoes, rubbed his temples and dropped his keys on the console table with a tired clink.
As he tiptoed to the bar, Jax knew he was worn out and needed a rest, but he wanted to buy time for a quick shot that would knock him out by the time he quietly slipped into bed, so he wouldn’t wake Emilia.
“Jax?”
He froze and winced. He wasn’t expecting her to be awake this early.
“What are you doing honey?” Emilia’s voice floated from the dark hallway, warm and sultry.
“I’m just grabbing a drin
