There had been a time when he appreciated the emptiness of his home. It was his solace, his retreat, his escape from the chaotic underworld he navigated in and out of every day. Today, however, he felt alone. He had become accustomed to Bleu’s laughter infiltrating his space. Her presence made the vastness seem small, giving him an intimacy that he had never known. Bleu made his house feel like a real home and her absence was driving him insane. It had only been a few days and already he wanted to drive to Malibu and bring her back. He hadn’t realized it, but he needed Bleu. Yes, he had everything that money could afford him, but she had shown him something that couldn’t be purchased. She had given him something priceless … her heart. There was something about loving a woman that renewed him. Iman had been cold before Bleu. The ups and downs of a young marriage had taken its toll on his outlook on love. He had separated himself from his emotions to avoid dealing with the aftermath of his failed marriage to Tan.
