CHAPTER 128

  Olivia's POV

  I entered my apartment, squinting at the harsh morning light streaming through the windows. My head throbbed, a reminder of the wild night with Logan. I glanced at my phone - shit, I was gonna be late for rehearsals.

  I peeled off yesterday's clothes and hopped into the shower. The hot water felt heavenly on my aching muscles. I grinned, remembering Logan's hands all over me. Focus, Olivia. You've got work to do.

  I threw on the first clean outfit I could find—a flowy blouse and jeans—which was good enough for rehearsals.

  My phone buzzed. A text from Christopher: "Your ride is waiting."

  I grabbed my purse, taking the stairs two at a time. The morning sun hit my face as I pushed through the building's front door, expecting to see the usual black sedan with Christopher's silent but reliable driver.