Betrayal

Chapter 27

I'm mesmerized.

It's beautiful. The rows of windows in the living room bring so much natural light in. The floors are real hardwood. There's a fireplace. The kitchen has new appliances, not that I can cook very well. I know I'm wide eyed and taken aback. I wasn't expecting it to be this nice.

He's standing by the windows. I look at him. He told me to meet him here in Chelsea at one o'clock. I took the subway. He planned a break at work. He's wearing blue scrubs, tennis shoes, his glasses are on top of his head, and he looks just as handsome as he did last night. When he smiles, I smile back.

The realtor is in the kitchen. A beautiful blonde, tall, statuesque, and very kind. She's looking between both of us. I haven't said a word. I'm dumbfounded. He found this quickly. How did he have time to do it?

I take a few steps, walk past the kitchen and down a small hall, and gasp as I step into the bedroom. It's bare with white walls, and a window that I can vaguely see the Empire State Building from. We're on the tenth floor, so fairly high up. It has closet space, a luxury I've never known. When I step back out he's in the hall, still smiling, and I mouth the words oh my god at him. He grins.

Further down the hall, at the end of it, I'm floored by the bathroom. It's huge. There's a glasses in shower that sits by itself and a freestanding bathtub. The sink has two separate faucets and basins and the mirror above them is massive. The vanity is marble. The floors are checkered black and white and the walls are a light gray. Another window looks out at the same view as the others.

I'm short on breath when I'm back in the living room. This doesn't seem real. He isn't going to pay for me to live here. There's no way. He couldn't. I can't imagine what the rent is. I would never be able to afford it myself.

"So... what do we think?"

Warren looks from the realtor to me and raises his eyebrows.

"Well?"

"Um, it's... gorgeous. I mean, really fucking unbelievable."

Both of them laugh and I cover my mouth.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. It's just this place is... Holy shit."

I feel hot and run my hands through my hair.

"I'll let you two talk for a moment. Be right outside. I have to make a call."

We stand in silence after she's closed the front door behind her.

"How much is this a month, Warren?"

"It doesn't matter. Do you like it?"

"Of course I do. My god, it's fucking amazing."

He comes to me, rests his hand against the side of my face, and leans in. We kiss slowly and deeply and I grip his shirt tightly. I feel like I could cry. No one has ever done anything like this for me. Not even close.

"Where did I find you? You're like a perfect fucking man," I whisper. "I don't understand how lucky I am right now."

He grins and kisses me again, holds my ass in his hands, and laughs.

"I think I found you," he murmurs. "A little nymph who swallows my come and lets me do whatever I want to her. I'm the lucky one."

My face burns and I bite at my bottom lip. He kisses me again and bites it, pulls it, and sticks his thumb in my mouth. I stare into his eyes and suck it gently. It tastes of hand soap. He sighs as his smile grows.

"Mm. So, you want it?"

I nod and keep sucking. When the door opens, he's stepping away from me quickly. I stare at him and clear my throat, then look at her.