Repaying My Debt to the Ruined Tycoon Chapter 2

It took some convincing, but Arthur eventually moved into my apartment.

He was hesitant, but he had no other options. The banks had seized everything. He was penniless, homeless, and responsible for Jaxon—the orphaned son of his late older brother.

Jaxon had just started his freshman year of college. As far as I was concerned, he was a walking lawsuit waiting to happen. But he was Arthur's kid, which meant I had to tolerate him.

Blindness made every little thing a monumental task for Arthur.

I held onto his sleeve, gently guiding him through every room, letting him touch the edges of the furniture, the doorways, the counters. He smiled, apologizing for the trouble, assuring me he had memorized the layout.

But that very first night, he mistook the living room for his bedroom.

I was lying on the couch in the dark, scrolling through my phone, when I noticed him stop dead in his tracks by the wall. I paused, curious.

When he didn't call out, I realized he had no idea I was there.

I smiled to myself and opened my mouth to let him know.

But before I could speak, Arthur—staring blindly at the drywall—began to unbutton his dress shirt.

Inch by inch, his chest was exposed in the moonlight.

He slipped the shirt off, draping it over his forearm. He pressed his right hand against the wall for balance, and then—

He reached for the buckle of his belt.