Chapter 136 - Willow

The next morning

"And I keep telling you, as long as it has a good kitchen, I don't care if it has a mancave or whatever the hell that even means. As long as you're not watching porn or bringing over ladies, I don't care what you do in there." I wanted to wring his neck. If people thought women were fussy, they hadn't met Ryker Penn.

The man was finicky, bordering on neurotic, with his specifications and demands in a single home. He needed at least five bedrooms-for what, I had no idea. Two offices-again, I had no idea why. I sketched on an iPad while watching action movies. Sometimes I would use an office chair and a drafting table, but with the ease of keeping all the files electronic, I rarely did that anymore.

The rest of the list that he had to have was almost embarrassing. I guess it was a good thing he was obscenely rich. And honestly, this was the first time I think I'd ever seen it. Like had it shoved right in my face how rich he really was. He was so chill and down to