Chloe wandered deeper into the penthouse, her heels clicking against the polished marble. She ran a hand over the velvet sofa, her eyes wide as she took in the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.
"It's incredible, Druski," she breathed, spinning around to face me. "The kitchen, the view... it's like something out of a magazine. I knew you were doing well, but I didn't realize you were doing this well." She walked over to a glass sculpture, admiring its curves. "You really have become the Main Man, haven't you?"
I didn't join her in the tour. I stood by the obsidian kitchen island, watching her. "It's home," I said shortly. "But sit down, Chloe. We need to talk."
The tone of my voice made her smile falter. She sat on the edge of a barstool, smoothing out her red mini dress.
