𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ☏︎

𝟎𝟖 | 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒

(Edited)

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐡 ☁︎

I walk into the towering apartment building, making my way towards the receptionist.

She's of a south asian descent, with a band skin tone. Her wavy black hair is tied back into a messy bun as her lined lips purse.

Her hand comes up to the glasses on her head and she repositions them to sit on her face, and squints into the computer screen.

She looks busy.

She glances at me once, casting a curious look down my body before she returns to whatever she was doing.

That makes me realise I probably look like a weirdo, standing in front of her desk and staring at her.

"Hi." I greet. The clacking of the keyboard stops, and she looks up at me again. This time her brown eyes slightly thin, like her patience. She's kind of intimidating. "I need to get to the penthouse."

She tips her head down, looking at me over the top of her frames. "And why should I let you onto Mr. Anderson's floor without his knowledge?" She asks, raising a brow.

Clearly, she's a no-nonsense type of woman.

"I'm actually here with him. He's in the car right now." I explain to her, but it does little to clear her suspicion. Deciding not to disturb her any longer, I speak. "You know what? I'll just wait here till he comes."

She nods slowly, skeptically, before asking me a different question. "I'm sorry, who are you to him?"

"His-" I'm about to tell her before I'm interrupted by a voice I know all too well.

"One night stand."

I look at him with surprise. The receptionist merely raises both of her eyebrows judgementally. "I'll leave you two to it."

I can't help the embarrassment I feel from her reaction. Why would he say that?

I follow him to the elevator, holding back my annoyance. "One night stand? Really?" I spit. "Why would you say that?"

"What, you want me to tell her I'm bringing my assistant to my penthouse?" He replies, with as much attitude as I did.

"Why does that even matter?" I glare at him as he pushes the button for the sixtieth floor, then swipes his card on the scanner to unlock it.

He doesn't give me a response, so I turn around and take a look at my face in the mirror. The pimples seemed to have shrunk a little and my makeup was fading since I didn't do too much.

I could feel his gaze studying me carefully.

Breaking the silence, I ask him another question. "How are you this comfortable with your receptionist to tell her you're having a one night stand so casually?"

"I'm not." He answers firmly. I can tell that's all he wants to say, so I leave it.

"Whatever." I murmur, as we reach the top floor and the elevator doors open.

I step out of the elevator immediately and look around the penthouse, taking in the sight. It was modern and gorgeous but something was off.

I turn around to look at him as he stops behind me. "Your home looks so..." I begin. He looks at me like he expects a compliment. "Dead."

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows confused, it's almost cute.

"I'm just saying. It doesn't look homey at all. No picture frames or anything." I continue as his eyebrows draw in even more.