Chapter 104
Brittany's Pov
Thomas's apartment was smaller than I remembered, but it looked elegant. He's really rich like he said.
Not bad. A two-bedroom apartment, the living room had leather sofas and then there's a modern kitchen. Expensive.
The Art on the wall made it classy. It wasn't fancy,it was quietly rich. It was safe. Right then, safety was enough.
"Make yourself at home," Thomas said, setting my bag down on the couch. "Want something to drink? I've got wine, beer, whiskey-"
"Whiskey," I said. "The strongest you have."
He raised an eyebrow, looking at me but he didn't argue, there was no need to do such. He got the whiskey and poured it in the glasses. I drank mine in a gulp. The burn steadied me.
"Rough day?" he asked when he sat beside me.
"Rough week," I said. "Roug
