BRIAN

 

The penthouse was silent when I unlocked the front door at six in the night . I took off my suit jacket, tossed it over the back of the entryway armchair, and unbuttoned my collar. After eight straight hours of boardroom battles, court filings, and financial audits, the quiet stillness of the apartment hit me like a physical wave.

 

"Daisy?" I called out, slipping off my dress shoes.

 

"In the bedroom," her voice came back, soft and relaxed.

 

I walked down the hallway, loosening my silk tie as I went. The bedroom door was pushed wide open. Daisy was lying across the massive king-sized bed, wearing one of my...