Chapter 132

#Chapter 132

Warren

How difficult could it be to tie a knot? Fucking impossible apparently. I've been trying my luck at it for the past fifteen minutes but the material of the tie keeps slipping through my movements. I do this every fucking day.

Yanking it from around my neck I throw it on the bed and change into a black dress shirt and leave the collar open. Slipping on my jacket I spritz my Versace cologne that has an appealing scent, and exit my penthouse.

I gave the evening off to all my staff. Paul almost choked on his breakfast when I broke the news to him and gave me a concerned look which I ignored.

I admit I hardly let my staff get away with an off, but the way Aiden, Tristan and Paul responded to me, made me question myself. For only a second.

My mind is a space where other people's opinions don't exist.

I am what I think of me.

No one can know me better than myself.