"You forget how hard it is to ignore someone who looks the way you do," He replied smoothly, taking advantage of the close proximity between the two of us.
Running his large hands slowly down my arms before looping them around my waist possessively...
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"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢.'' ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧
By the time my shift ended, my feet were killing me— I smelled like coffee and steamed milk. The coffee shop was slammed all afternoon, the afternoon rush had been relentless and Cyrus, bless him, had managed to burn entire tray of scones, which I had to deal with more complaints than I cared to count.
All I wanted was to collapse on the couch, maybe binge some trashy reality TV to numb my brain.
But as the sleek black car Matío insisted I take instead of walking pulled up in front of the coffee shop, I felt slightly better. Finally able to go home and relax.
As Clint weaved through the city, I leaned my head against the window watching the lights blur past. The idea of going back to the penthouse wasn't exactly thrilling. Sure, it was nice— and by nice I mean ridiculously luxurious compared to my old apartment— but being there meant dealing with him.
"Here you go," He says, pulling up to the familiar building.
"Thanks," I muttered, stepping out and trudging toward the lobby, by the time I made it up to the penthouse I was more than ready to collapse on the couch and forget the day ever happened.
But of course, that plan was changed. Thankfully.
"Renai," I groaned as I stepped in the elevator, "What are you doing here? You could have texted me."
"What, no hug?" She teased, tossing her red hair over her shoulder. "I texted you like an hour ago and said I was coming over. Check your phone, sometime princess."
"Ugh." I rubbed my forehead, too tired to argue. "Fine come on." I say with a small smile, too tired to argue.
We rode the elevator up together, Renai chatting nonstop about some guy she met at a party last weekend. Her energy was contagious and by the time we stepped into the penthouse I was already feeling lighter.
"Damn, this place is insane. I forgot how fancy your temporary sugar daddy's apartment is." She said as she walked past me to look around the place.
"Don't call him that." I groaned, placing my purse on the rack. "This is really just temporary."
Renai plopped down on the couch, kicking off her Uggs. "What? Temporary my ass. He's loaded, hot and basically babysitting you until you find a new place. Sounds like a sugar daddy situation to me."
I rolled my eyes, collapsing onto the couch beside her. "He's not my sugar daddy. He's Ezra's asshole best friend. Big difference."
"Yeah, yeah." She said, waving me off. "Speaking of, how's the cohabitation going? You guys killing each other yet, or is there sexual tension thick enough to cut with a knife?"
