Julian’s POV
The second I stepped inside my penthouse, the silence hit me like a slap. No music, and no city noise leaking in, just the low sounds of the air-con.
I was still in the same damn suit from the office, only now it felt like it had been through a tough war from work. My jacket gone somewhere between the car and my office. Tie probably still dangling from the rearview mirror. My shirt was half open,my sleeves shoved up, and collar loose like I’d tried to strangle myself with it and changed my mind after a second thought.
I started peeling everything off the second the door I closed the door.
My shirt hit the marble with a wet thud. The buckle from my belt clanged loud enough to echo as I kicked my pants off near the kitchen island.
Naked and total free, I walked straight
