Chapter 49

Megan’s POV

After Chris left me amazed, I grabbed Smoky and headed home.

Smoky purred contentedly in my arms as I stepped off the elevator into the plush penthouse foyer.

Coming home always felt like entering a luxurious sanctuary after a hectic day.

"Welcome to your new kingdom, pretty girl," I murmured, nuzzling Smokey's silky head.

She squirmed eagerly, tiny paws batting at a dangling potted ivy as we passed.

Chuckling, I set her down and watched the fluffy kitten immediately scamper off to explore her new territory with typical feline enthusiasm.

My lips curved in a fond smile seeing her pounce and roll across the thick ivory rug happily.

With Smoky properly distracted, I moved towards the built-in shelves housing my collection of boxing memorabilia and personal mementos.

Sobering slightly, I studied the framed photos and well-worn gloves displayed like treasured artifacts from another lifetime.

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