On the Upper East Side, the wealthy live a complicated and scandalous life. Betrayal, drugs, alcohol, gambling, and chaos are common among Manhattan's elite. The only way to fit in is to be approved by New York royalty. if you're not then you become...
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New York.
The big apple. The city that never sleeps. Home.
As soon as I stepped out of my private plane, I was greeted by the crisp morning air. I inhale the sweet scent of New York and smile.
God, It was good to be back.
I mean sure, Paris has its charm, but I have some unfinished business here at home. Plus, how could I miss the start of my senior year. Where I get to truly rule and enjoy the privileges that come along with my reign.
"Hello Arthur," I greet my driver as soon as I climbed into the limo. I sank back into the leather chair with a sigh. I haven't been in this limo for so long.
"Welcome back Ms. Bass," My driver replied.
"Thank you, Arthur. It's good to be back." I smiled, "Oh, could we make a quick stop at the Davenport's place?"
"Sure thing Ms. Bass." He takes a turn and we're off into the city.
My internship in Paris was definitely something. Getting away from New York for some time was helpful. For some time at least. I knew that sooner or later I'd have to come back and face my problems.
I was only gone for eight months from the upper east side, but it felt like I was gone for years. I can't wait to get back to my family, but first things first, I gotta go face Lucas Davenport. My boyfriend.
Distance really took a toll on us. Sure, he came to visit often, but each time we saw each other we became further apart. It felt like we were hanging by a single thread that could break at any moment. I really hope we can solve things out now that I'm back and that's why the Davenport household is my first stop.
We arrive at my destination and I get out of the limo, not before thanking Arthur.
As soon as I stepped into the busy New York streets, my heart stops as I realize what I'm about to do and what is at stake here. Was everything that happened with Luke my fault? Was I not trying hard enough? Could we fix it?
All these questions ran through my head and suddenly I stopped cold. I took a deep breath and finally gained the courage to step into the building.
Stepping into the penthouse, I was greeted by a tiny lady with brown eyes and streaked white hair. She was Luke's housemaid, Celia.
"Good Morning Ms.Bass, how may I help you?" Celia gave me a welcoming smile.
"Hello Celia, is Luke here?" I look around trying to spot my dreamy boy.
"Haven't you heard? Mr.Davenport isn't coming back until next week," I refrained my eyes from widening.
"Coming back? Where is he?" Where could he be? Why didn't he say anything? I have to bite my lip to keep from frowning.
