ch

ing about switching beds or the way I fucked the blond the day

nced over at the clock, wondering if I had time to treat mysel

ind before Cynthi

t, at least not that morning. Next best thing to self-love was the gym. Tha

n it's still early. Looking over the NYC skyline from the 53rd floor gave me an adrenaline spike to start my day. I pressed the buttons on the machine for one of the

, I turned on my rock metal playlist. The

e tended to work my muscles harder than I could on my own. Every penny I paid for him was worth it. I was in the best shape of my life. Not many other thirty-six-year-olds could say that. Especially those in my field. The only th

etting my head straight for the day was a big priority for me. I worked hard enough all day and most nights, which is why I consistently wake

ma of coffee filled my nose. I grinned. There wa

as to me as she cleaned the marble c

illy," I said to

of alarm. "Jeez Michael! You scared me." She pressed her

up my hands in fr

"You can't do that to an old woman. Sam will

out you," I said smil

finger at me.

people met me and realized how wealthy I was, they treated me differently. Milly, however, did not. She was the sweetest woman in the world yet thick-skinned as well. That's what New York did to p

d the room. "How was your Thanksgiving?" I poured myself a cup o

'm happy they're back in their own homes. Every time they come to visit, it seems lik

burned my tongue. "I'm sure you love doting on them too.

few days at a time. These joints aren't w

about the event I'd helped plan. Talking about it with her made me have the

ntive and prodded me by asking more questions about my visit.

excused herself without anoth

to do t

he container along with several other items. I was on autopilot since Alex insisted I drink it after every wor

rinsed the blender container in the sink, leaving i