"I'll have someone pack your things and move them into storage in Miami. Do you think you could pack your bags, this afternoon?" He smiled. I laughed. Oh, he's serious.
"I don't own much. We can grab it now. When is the flight?" I asked.
"Whenever, my jet is being refueled as we speak." He paid the bill and walked towards the door, holding it open slightly.
"Your jet? As in you own it?" I asked.
"Well, the company does. But, it's my company." He smirked, holding the door to his SUV open. "Where do you live?"
"Midtown." I laugh, "We're only a few blocks away." When we arrive to my apartment, I can see him frown slightly.
"You own this?" He asked.
"All mine!" I smiled, gesturing to the studio. It was a gorgeous little condo with bright white walls and trim and dark wood flooring. My gray bedspread and furniture tied into the monochrome hues with pops of teal for color. I was quite proud of my home.
"You sure know how to live humbly." He smiled, plopping down onto the couch, kicking his feet onto the coffee table.
"When you're broke, you're broke. When you're rich, you can still live broke. Prepare for the worst." I smiled, quietly pulling a suitcase from my walk-in.
"Touche." He smiled, watching as I struggled reaching the top bags.
"Can I get a hand, here, or do you prefer staring?" I laughed. Axe pushed himself up and sighed, looking down at me as he pulled the two bags from the closet with ease. Quickly, I loaded everything I owned except my kitchen and furniture. Sadly, everything fit in one bag and a carry-on. I frowned slightly and pulled my luggage from the bed, Axel taking them from my hand.
"This is all you have?" His brows furrowed.
"It's easier to run when you only have a few things to pack." I nodded, curtly.
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Love and War
Storie d'amore"All's fair in love and war, or some shit, right?" He said, his smirk drawing to a slight sneer as he padded towards the open balcony. He rested his hands on the guardrail before letting out an exasperated sigh, thunder rolling behind it. The rain c...
