Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Now I’m in what has to be the fanciest condo or maybe it’s a penthouse in the city. I have no clue what makes something a penthouse or the difference between a condo or apartment. I just know I can only afford an apartment with roommates. I didn’t think they made these luxurious condos here. You’d think we were in New York or something.
I drop my head back to look up where you can see the second floor. It’s a giant square where anyone on the next level could look down into the open living room that connects to the dining room and kitchen. The whole area is a massive open space. What’s even cooler is there is one large skylight that allows you to see the clouds overhead. If I couldn’t see the other buildings out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, I would think I was in a house.
“I don’t ever go up there.” Vincent nods toward the second floor “Except to use the gym, but all the spare rooms and the movie theater are up there. The master and my office are on this floor.”
“So you only use the gym up there?” I point up.
He shrugs. “There is a gym on the second floor.” I can’t help but laugh. At least that’s what I saw in the directory downstairs. There were a few other things too that caught my eye like a spa and pool.
“I enjoy my privacy.”
I laugh again. “I’m just saying, maybe if you had the gym on this floor then you wouldn’t need all that.” I wave my hand above my head. “That’s a lot to clean.”
“True, but I don’t,” he waves his hand above his head, mimicking me, “clean all that. Plus, there was something about needing the second floor for the infinity pool and for resale if I want to offload this place one day.”
“Wait, is your pool like your own pool and not that small pool I saw listed downstairs?”
“Privacy,” he says again.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this whole being your wife thing,” I tease. “Unless you’re dropping the cleaning service or something.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says as a sexy chuckle leaves him. One that causes a flutter in my belly.
“I’m a pretty good cook, though. Or do you have a chef?”
“I can call one if I didn’t, but Becca, who runs all of my homes, keeps meals stocked that I can heat up. And if I’m craving something different, I can call downstairs and order whatever I want twenty-four hours a day.”
I was wrong about this place; it’s way more than luxurious. I don’t even think there’s a word for this level of bougieness.
“Homes?” Holy crap. I mean, I should have known it was going to be this way.
He is paying me mega cash when my five years are up, but reading it and seeing it are two totally different things. Plus, he seems so normal when we talk. He’s not all snotty or full of himself. I’ve met broke guys who are way more full of themselves based solely on their looks. Yet here Vincent is both handsome and rich, and he doesn’t act the way those other men did. He’s a unicorn.
“I have a house here too when I want out of the city. It’s closer to my parents. I stay here when I’m in the city and working. The weekends I head out to the house unless I’m traveling for work.”
“You do that a lot? Travel for work?”
“Depends.” He snags my hand. “Let me show you around.”
I think my mouth hangs open for most of the tour. I can’t get over how some of the doors to the patio look like windows but slide open with the press of a button. With another press of a button, everything closes, blacking out the rest of the world. Even the skylight. The pool, however, is a bit freaky with how it goes out to the edge, which has a glass wall.
“My office is here. You can use it if you’d like.” He pushes open the door, but we don't go in. He keeps leading me down to the end of the hallway to a set of double doors. “And this is the master. Windows open.”
“Wow,” I breathe as the shades begin to rise and the room floods with light, revealing a giant bed with a fireplace and a sitting area. I’ve never seen anything like it. I also never imagined I’d be living in a place like this.
“This is my closet.” I poke my head in to see what looks like a small department store. Okay, not really, but it’s big. There's even a chair and an island thing in the center. “This one is yours. I can have your things moved here sometime tomorrow.”
“What? I haven’t even told my boss or my roommates I’m leaving.” How did that kind of fall out of my head for a few hours? I’m guessing it’s because Vincent is rather distracting, and everything is happening so quickly.