CHAPTER 168

  Olivia's POV

  I stretched out on Christopher's absurdly comfortable couch, scrolling through my phone. The morning sun streamed through those massive windows, making the whole penthouse glow.

  "I've got meetings all day," Christopher had said over breakfast, straightening his tie.

  He'd kissed me goodbye, tasting of espresso and promises.

  Now, here I was, alone in a billionaire's penthouse. I could raid his closets, snoop through his stuff, throw a wild party... okay, maybe not that last one. But the silence was starting to get to me. How did people live in places this big by themselves?

  I grabbed my bag and headed for the elevator. The doorman tipped his hat as I passed through the lobby.

  The city hit me like a wall of sound and motion. Horns honked, people shouted, pigeons scattered. I merged into the river of pedestrians, letting it carry me downtown.

  A food truck caught my eye - "World's Best Hot Dogs," the sign proclaimed.