"Are you sure about moving out to New York?" My Mum asks, putting the last bag into my car.
I give her a small smile "Yeah, It's for the best. But, I'll be fine- I promise."
My mother, had just gotten married after being a widow for six years. I liked him, but, I just don't want to be in the way.
"Alright then. Well, be safe, and tell Royce to behave himself. That last outing was a disgrace." My mother shakes her head disappointed.
"He's a twenty-three year old billionaire. Royce has the right to have fun." I shrug. "He's a big boy."
Mum purses her lips "I know that, but he has no one to help him, now that his parents are gone."
Another piece of information needed. Alastair's [aka Royce] parents got killed in a helicopter crash. From a engine leak that exploded.
"He has a manager, a PA- and a whole room of staff. I'm one hundred percent sure he is fine. Royce also has Levi." I softly remind her.
"Levi is a sweet boy. I'm very surprised that he hasn't gotten poisioned by Royce's actions." Mum huffs but then smiles. "Enough of that, off you go. Before I change my mind."
I give her a tight hug and take in her facial features. Soft green eyes and lightly olive skin with a few wrinkles appearing. "Bye Momma."
"Bye sweetheart." she whispers.
We let go of each other and I go get in the car. She waves as I pull out of the driveway and onto the road.
Goodbye Binghamton, hello New York City.
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After four hours of driving I am offically dead. I am driving through New York currently and let me tell you.The traffic is horrible. I knew it would be, I have been before but this time it's my home. Not just a visit, traffic will now be my worst enemy.
I drum my fingers on the steering wheel as I turn into Royce's Valet parking area, alreading seeing Jerry awaiting.
"Miss. Arlen, how nice to see you again. Are you staying for long?" Jerry asks as I step out.
"I'm here to stay, your not getting rid of me that soon. Is Alastair home?" I ask with a small smile.
Jerry sighs "Yes but he has a woman with him. It's the third this week. Let's hope with you back in town, he settles down. He always does when you are near."
I cringe "Three? Gross... And that is because I pull his head out of his arse. I better be going up, can you tell Kayton to take my things up please?"
"I know you do. I see it. I will park it on garage level three, as normal." Jerry says, smiling, gently taking my keys and walks over the the drivers seat. "See you around Sweetheart."
I walk into the foyer. It always smelt of sweet tropical fruits. Not stale like most places do. Then again, no one uses the foyer much. There are three apartments in the building, one which is the penthouse, belongs to Royce. The second being Levi's and the third is owned by some bussiness man in Tokoyo.
Pressing the Elevator button, i wait for it to open before stepping in. Already dreading it, as my fear of small boxes kicks in. Lucky for me, the doors slide open and reveal Royce's lavish home.
"Royce!" I yell, walking into the apartment. Hearing the moans. "You have five fucking seconds to get your dick in your pants!!"
Within seconds the moaning stops. Ha, still got it Rozaliah. Footsteps soon approach the stairway and a skinny as fuck blonde thing walks down in a wrap around orange dress which lands mid-thigh.
"Oh honey, orange is sooo not your colour." I snicker, noticing how orange it made her tan look.
She glares at me " Yeah, well... Well your eyeliner is smudged."
"Honey. I have no eyeliner on." I snort.
She huffs "You whore, i didn't even get to see his -"
"Whatever, you weren't going to anyways." Royce interrupts, standing in all his glory at the top of the stairs.
It's like the world was totally unfair when they made him. With his strong jawline and flawless brown hair and honey eyes.
What? He is hot, i'm not going to deny it but I'm more a blonde and blue eyed combo girl.
She huffs and stalks to the elevator, leaving without another word.
"So i am guessing that the whole apartment needs to be cleaned?" I glare up at him, flinching at the thought.
He shrugs "Maybe... Nah, i'll hire a cleaner. How was the drive Roza?"
"It was great, four hours of boredom." I roll my eyes.
"I did offer the Jet." He then comes down the stairs and wraps me in a hug. "I missed you Roza."
I hug him back and smile to myself. "Me too Alastair."
"How about we go out for lunch and then go to Central Park?" He eagerly says, looking down at me.
"Food and Central Park? Oh how you know my weaknesses." I sigh, "But first we need to shower. You reek of sex and i feel gross after the car ride."
He chuckles slightly "Agreed."
We walk upstairs and separate to our rooms to get ready. I look around the same old bland show home room. It may be boring but it's alot better then home.
The bathroom is my favourite though, it's marble countertops and industrial look are stunning. I quickly strip and shower before heading to his room, once gettinf dressed, of course."Hey Alastair, do you have a spare coat?"
I freeze and squeal as he stands butt naked, facing away, thank god, in his room.
"Jesus Rozaliah!" He yells in fright, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around himself.
"Cute butt." I wink "But seriously, do you have a coat?"
He nods "Go into my closet. Your black one is hanging up."
Sure enough it's there and been dry cleaned. Oh how I missed it. Walking out of the closet again, I find him half dressed, talking in spanish on the phone. He clearly looks annoyed and pissed off, he suddenly hangs the phone up and turns to me.
"The Brazil investors mixed up their days and they can't come back." he runs his hand through his hair.
I shrug "That's okay, go. I can stay here."
He gives me a sad look. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"I know you will." I walk past him and back to my room.
I guess that's how it is when your a billionaire.
