THERON POV
“The door’s open,” I called, stepping into my study without looking back.
Behind me, I heard the faint creak of the door and the soft click as it shut. I didn’t need to turn around to know Manny had followed, bottle of scotch in hand. This had become something of a ritual drinking in my penthouse whenever life decided to throw a punch. Tonight, it had hit below the belt.
I stopped in front of my three-piece suite and gestured toward the sofa. Manny sat without a word while I went to retrieve two glasses from the cabinet.
By the time I returned, he had already uncorked the bottle and was ready to pour. I slumped into the chair opposite him and pinched the bridge of my nose.
“That bad?” Manny asked, chuckling as he handed me a full glass.
“My father is probably plotting my s
