I'm Raising Royal Babies {ORIGINAL VERSION; BOOK 3}

Chapter 32: Wren (Part 2)

We get to meet Ezra's bestie, Wren!!!!!!!

Chapter 32: Wren (Part 2)

Shadé

That first time I spoke to Wren, I surmised him to be a dark skinned guy with a dark beard and big muscled arms that were comparable to that of a wrecking ball. I imagined him to be one of those short, aggressive men who smoked all the time. I even believed that he was one of those guys who smoked on the sidewalks, trying to flirt with women while their breath smelled of burnt sausages. I had so many negative thoughts about him that when I approached the building, which was in the luxurious part of Manhattan, I was thinking to myself: 'Did Ezra give me the right address?'

I made sure to go home and get my phone and purse, since I couldn't bring it in the jailhouse. I repeatedly chanted Wren's address in my head until I was done saving it in my phone's Notes app. I took the train into Manhattan because having Clark and Harry drive me there would be too much of a hassle. But I did promise them that I would call them when I'm ready to leave. After ten minutes of following my phone's direction, I reached a large, familiar building. Granite Towers.

I knew this was Darrell's owned hotel, but it was also a residential apartment. This was not somewhere I expected a drug dealing guy, even though Ezra said he had nothing to do with it, to live. I didn't believe him on that part.

I sucked in a breath as I stepped into the large, stony building, hoping I wouldn't bump into Darrell while I was here.

I went straight to the receptionist desk in the front, noticing a scrawny boy with dark, shaggy hair. I mentally grimaced at his stature. I knew my baby Caine wouldn't grow up to be like him. His father was all muscle and his mother was toned. I think that works hand in hand for both our son and daughter.

"Hi," I greeted the skinny man.

His face immediately went red. "Oh, good afternoon. How may I help you," he asked rather anxiously.

"I was wondering if there's a Wren... uh..."

Dammit, I don't know this guy's last name! Damn, damn, damn! How was I supposed to speak to him if I didn't even know his last name.

The guy stared at me confusedly.

"You know... Wren, " I asked, hoping he could try and remember who Wren was.

"What does he look like," he questioned.

"Um...," I had no idea what this guy looked like. I didn't know if he was light skinned, brown skinned, or even dark skinned. At the time, I assumed he was dark skinned. "He has..."

"Are you talking about Warren," a man from behind me asked. He was dressed in a navy blue uniform with cleaning equipment on a roller.

Warren? That ugly name sounded so vaguely familiar. Not because it was similar to Wren. It was something else, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It didn't matter, I just needed something to help me get to room 1904.

"Yes," I said in mock recognition to his name, however I feel like I said this a bit too loudly.

"Oh! Warren Washington. I'll call him up for you," the bony guy insisted.

"Thank you," I sighed. "Can you tell him it's Ezra's sister," I added. I turned back to the janitor who was mopping up juice from the grey marbled floors. "Thank you, sir," I called to him. He looked up and smiled.

"I don't mind helping a beautiful lady out. Besides this happens more often than not. That boy's always bringing women up to his apartment," he says, gradually lowering his voice.