Chapter 1

Lila's POV

The sleek morning light poured through the massive windows of my Manhattan penthouse and hit me right in the face like it had a personal grudge after last night.

My head was pounding from all that champagne and whatever else I had mixed into the party chaos and my silk pajama top was twisted around my body barely covering my ass while the matching shorts had ridden up so high I could feel the cool air on my bare skin every time I shifted on the kitchen island stool.

I nursed the steaming coffee mug between my palms trying to chase away the hangover fog when...