Up on the second floor of the penthouse, Stellar cursed herself for drinking one too many drinks.
She already promised herself that she would control her alcohol, but she always ended up getting wasted.
Maybe she should just quit cold turkey? That worked before. But Beau was there to make sure she wouldn't fall back to her demons.
Now… she was all by herself. Nobody could prevent her from reaching out for a bottle of poison she personally picked for herself.
Reaching her bedroom, she wondered why the door was ajar, and not just the door, but the lights in the bathroom were on too.
Shimming out of her clothes, starting from her top, then her bra, she guessed that she must have left it on last night.
When her panties dropped on the floor, Stellar tiptoed towards the ensuite, wincing when the cold marble floor kissed her feet, but her face soon morphed into a smile with the spectacular view of the city from her bathroom window.
