The Impending Doom

POV: VIKTOR

I pace the expensive hardwood floors of my Madison Avenue penthouse. My suit jacket is already tossed over the leather sofa. I have listened to that damn voicemail twice. Any more replays, and I am in danger of doing something stupid.

I strip off my shirt, undo my tie, and step out of my slacks until I am naked. The cool air washes over my heated skin, but it does nothing to soothe