Chapter 79

I kick my shoes off the second I walk into the apartment, groaning as my feet throb with relief.

“I am never wearing those heels ever again,” I whine, padding down the hallway, dropping my bag and coat carelessly on the floor as I walk.

“You didn’t buy them for comfort, Doll,” David teases the moment he sees me appear in the kitchen doorway, where he’s already pouring me a glass of wine. “In fact, I don’t think you bought them to wear outside of this apartment at all.”

Smiling, I take the glass of wine, then kiss him, my hand habitually going to his neck and scratching lightly over his hairline.

“Good day?” he asks.

“Yeah. Busy. You?”

“Nope. Harlan’s got everything under control. Doesn’t even need me anymore,” he replies, leaning back against the counter as I step back