Chapter 1
Lila's POV
The sleek morning light poured through the massive windows of my Manhattan penthouse and hit me right in the face like it had a personal grudge after last night.
My head was pounding from all that champagne and whatever else I had mixed into the party chaos and my silk pajama top was twisted around my body barely covering my ass while the matching shorts had ridden up so high I could feel the cool air on my bare skin every time I shifted on the kitchen island stool.
I nursed the steaming coffee mug between my palms trying to chase away the hangover fog when the elevator dinged and two of my father's security guys stepped out with this massive stranger right behind them.
He filled the doorway like he owned the whole damn place, his shoulders so wide they brushe
