ngs and I took what I needed to his, amateur, it went more like this. We had the conversation where he said he didn't feel comfortable with me still staying at my house knowing t

skyline below. The grand foyer welcomes guests with a cascading chandelier and a marble staircase leading to the upper levels. Entering the living room, plush velvet sofas surround a fireplace, while different expensive

ed like it came out of an architectural digest column with top-of-the-line appliances and a marble isl

from the main entrance to a charming gazebo nestled among towering palm trees and lush greenery. He had a green house

e something out of a movie, I remember audibly gasping as he slowly led me around, Its infinity edge gives the illusion of w

umbrellas, perfect for soaking up the sun or enjoying poolside cocktails with friends.

e times I had never been given or requested a tour, I didn't think I'd actually live here, I don't even believe he actually lives here. It feels like a set of a movie, something built too p

eparate sitting area with a fireplace, and a private terrace overlooking the pool and gardens below. Atop the ceiling hanging over the bed is a large mirror suggesting the many things this room is used for

th a keen attention to detail, I had meet his interior dec

e's my room,"

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o sip my coffee. One minute I'm just an everyday girl in a city that chews peop

were once alive and well, and then, poof-gone. They had this glamorous gig as high-profile gold distributors, and two months after my 16th b

y parents must have decided against leaving me alone." But the way

urvivors," she said, as if she was reading from a really bad script. I mean, who writes this st

you get all the media frenzy, like a bunch of vultures circling. The airline held a mass burial for them-very classy-while I held

th than in being an actual aunt. She set up a little account for my education with the insurance money, which was sweet, but it didn'

for losing the money, but as I grew up, I realized she was just winging it, like the rest of us. I didn't hate her, but I sure as hell didn'

cting anything. My dreams? Oh, just to be the creative director of some huge magazine-Vogue, maybe. I wanted to be the Anna Wintour or the Blair Waldorf of the industry. Dictator of taste, baby. Who wouldn't wa

baby steps. This was a door, and if I played my cards right, it could lead to a whole lot m

tall, probably around 6'4", dark hair perfectly tousled, and his body? Let's just say he had that lean, muscular thing going on. My brain was start

irs. I could feel my cheeks flushing as I fumbled for my phone, desperately pretending I wasn't ogling him. Because great, just great. The one

Sabrina, you need to focus here. You've got an interview tomorrow, and you need to wow

r, mentally prepping for tomorrow. Information is power, and I need

own number. Probably a confirmation call from the company. "Sabrina Lowry," I answered, read

oice crackled through the line, an

lied, trying to shake the

ly hear the smirk through the phone. "I thought

tomach dropping. This defini

but I know you, and you

Just what