It took another agonizing hour before the last of the guests finally filtered out of the penthouse.
Mia had left with a lingering hug, still completely intoxicated by what she believed was Logan's grand romantic gesture. Julian had slapped Logan on the shoulder one last time, making a crude joke about making up for lost time. Through it all, Logan and I played our parts flawlessly. We smiled. We thanked them for coming. We stood side by side in the foyer, the perfect billionaire power couple.
But the moment the heavy oak double doors clicked shut, severing us from the outside world, the temperature in the room plummeted.
The silence that descended upon the massive apartment wasn't peaceful; it was suffocating. It was the heavy, dead air before a hurricane makes landfall.
Logan didn't m
