Chapter 92

Alexi’s apartment is huge. Walking in the door, ushered by four big burly men I know from the club, all in complete silence. I don’t even take the time to acknowledge them individually or look up past heavy black coats and broad chests to recognise each one. Just a group of intimidating security in matching outfits and earpieces who escorted me from car door to apartment door.

I have no words anyway. I’m dishevelled, filthy, and broken inside as I’m led into a massive open-plan penthouse apartment that I would never think of putting Alexi in. A building in Upper Manhattan’s most luxurious area.

It’s warmer and homelier than the club’s décor, with small ties to his bolthole in the styling. There are substantial soft corner couches, side tables, and furniture for lounging and laying cups by your side in front of vast windows spanning entire walls and showing New York at its finest in sweeping views. I feel like we are on top of the world as we are so high up in a vast mode