CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE
I send a brief message to my PA.
Chris, take the woman to another room. Have her freshen up. Keep the lights dim.
I’m not using this suite.
Because this room is not just a room.
Melissa is the only woman I have ever allowed within these walls.
I change into something simple, dark trousers, and a black hoodie, nothing royal, nothing heavy. I ask for drinks to be brought up, but I start drinking before they arrive. Slowly. Thoughtfully. Each sip burns its way down my throat, dulling memories I don’t want to feel tonight.
Eventually, my phone vibrates.
*She’s ready and waiting.*
I pull a face cap low over my eyes and take the elevator because the room is below. I prefer not to be seen.
When I enter, the air is thick, perfume, anticipation, dim lighting casting
