's penthouse, illuminating the sleek modern décor. Olivia stirred beneath the soft sh

her, but it was quickly interrupted by the scent of freshly brewed coffee. She wrapped the sheet

th a smile that was far too charming for s

e cup he handed her. "So, do you alw

to leave," he said, his tone

with a playful smirk. "Careful, Sinclair.

rs, serious now.

he was, looking at her as though she was the only thing in the world that mattered. And

re setting the cup down. "This is good," she murmured. "Al

had a few calls to make

nding all too well. "Ne

unter, studying her. "Do

er answer carefully. "No. But I

ing more," he said, his tone l

-intense chemistry, whispered promises, and inevitable heartbreak. But something

lanced at the clock. "I should proba

f the counter. "Let

ith a soft smile. "I

t he nodded. "Alright. But

n't ignore the lingering feeling that Nathaniel Sin