𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

10 | Behind the Closed Doors of the Elite

TOM

"And if you just sign one more time down here and pop the date over on this side, the keys are all yours Mr. Holland," the sultry yet kind of basic looking real estate agent said to me, holding a black pen out towards me between her first two fingers.

The real estate agency was a niche boutique business, dealing solely in luxury homes for the elite; which was perfect because not only was I in the market to buy a luxury home, I was also amongst societies elite.

Taking the pen from her, my fingers brushed along hers as we made direct eye contact. I watched her breath hitch and her eyes flick down to my lips before I smirked and signed the last page of the contract. She was older than I was, potentially in her mid to late thirties and the framed family photo on her desk indicated she had two young kids and an equally as basic looking husband.

I only spent about two or three weeks searching for new properties before deciding on the first one I had seen that time in the bath; the penthouse apartment with the private pool and wrap around balcony overlooking the London bridge and River Thames. It was brilliant.

Side note, I fucking hate having baths. I've forced myself to have one every few days to 'relax' and practice 'self-care' but they're just so bloody boring and sweaty.

The real estate agent stood up from her desk, as did I, we shook hands politely, smiled to each other and she congratulated me for my purchase. I told her that I couldn't have done it without her help, then I fucked her senselessly; bending her over the marble desk in her small but well designed office. Afterwards, she pulled down her tight little pencil skirt and buttoned up her blouse again before I took my new house keys, thanked her for her 'work' and left the office barely breaking a sweat.

The receptionist, younger than the real estate agent and possibly younger than I, looked at me with cheeks flushed and a wide eyed look.

She definitely just heard me fuck her boss.

Despite officially owning the penthouse apartment now, I had hired a team of designers to go in and draw up designs to plan the new interior for me. Whether it was ripping down walls or building new ones, I gave them complete control to dream up their wildest fantasies. They told me they'd email across concepts and I could just say yes or no.

As easy at that part was, it was delayed. My current house was already sold and completely empty for the new owners. So for the past few days, I have been living with Haz and Robyn.

And it has been a fucking nightmare.

I love Haz and Robyn, I really do. But living with them is pure anarchy. All they do is have sex and bicker. They argue about everything, which show to watch on Netflix, what Robyn is wearing, what Haz is wearing, who feeds the dog more. Fucking hell, they just yell back and forth for two minutes then use that tension and energy to shag. It's like they do it on purpose to get horny or something.

So that brings me to now, sitting on the couch eating cold leftover spaghetti and watching a reality show that Robyn likes about 'hot people that can't fuck'. Robyn is sulking and ignoring Haz because of god knows what but I'd rather watch this trashy show than get involved with their relationship.

It makes me realise how easy going Y/N was. We never fought about these medial little things.

"You buy the apartment yet man?" Haz asked, swirling the last few sips of his red wine around his glass and looking up at me.

"Yeah I uh, I got the keys today actually," I smiled, peeling my attention from the reality show I was surprisingly now getting into.

"What the fuck?! You didn't tell me you were buying it! Is it the one that I said would look great with potted bamboo along the grey thingy?" Robyn said excitedly, snapping her head towards me. I nodded.

"We need to celebrate!" Haz said swallowing the last gulp of his wine hastily and insisting we open another bottle. Robyn responded with a snarky 'haven't you had enough wine tonight?' so I just chuckled and told Haz I'd only have one glass.

"When do you get to move in?" Robyn said moving to the same couch as me and crossing her legs on the cushions.

"I've had a few interior designers mock up some plans this week but now that I've signed the contract they can start buying everything and starting construction... So I'm not really sure yet... You guys both know I'm fine to stay at a hotel or back home with Mum right?" I said, making sure I was still welcome here.

I would probably hate to have to stay with my Mum and Paddy right now but Haz and Robyn were starting to get on my nerves. A hotel suite to myself honestly sounds so nice right now. Just, silence. Their house is big enough that I don't hear them having sex from their bedroom, but the issue is that they don't just have sex in the bedroom. I've walked in on them in the kitchen, lounge room and even the fucking laundry.

I've been here less than a bloody week.

"Don't be fucking ridiculous, you're always welcome to stay here mate," Haz said coming back into the living room and handing me a glass of red. I thanked him and said I would head to bed shortly since I had a few errands to run tomorrow. Which I do, I wasn't lying.

Haz called me a pussy for only having one drink tonight which then started another feud between him and Robyn about his drinking habits. Haz definitely doesn't have a drinking problem by the way, I think Robyn just doesn't drink as much as the average person so she judges anyone who drinks more than her. Who knows. Who cares.

I bought a house today, I got laid today and this celebratory wine feels like any other wine. For such a momentous occasion, I sure don't feel excited.

Maybe if Y/N was here I would be happier.