Beautifully Broken

- 8 -

"So this whole building is empty?"

I ask wandering through the bottom floor of the large building.

The floors were marble with gold trimming. The hanging glass chandler complimented the area nicely. It was truly a scene made for movies.

"Yes," Cole starts, "Except for the top two penthouses. The rest of the rooms are full of bodyguards and research teams,"

"What are the penthouses for?" I ask.

"That's where I live, as well are your brother," He walks us into the elevator, "He's the only person I truly trust,"

I snort; Yeah, okay.

"That's one thing we don't have in common," I mumble, he wasn't supposed to hear it.

But of course, he did.

"Your brother is a good man, with a good heart,"

"Where's his good heart when you need it?" I snap back, as soon as the elevator doors open I was out.

The large hallway matching the lobby downstairs. It's just as magnificently decorated. The doors are a dark greyish, brown oak with the same gold trim as the walls. The two doors face each other.

"This one's mine," Cole gestures to the one on my right, "The other is your brother's."

Cole opens the door with a fingerprint, holding the door open for me.

I nod in acknowledgment, walking in. The interior of the penthouse does not match the halls. Its theme is one of black, marble, white, and brown walnut wood.

"You like wood?" I raise a brow, everything he owns has at least a touch of different wood. The side of his mouth tilts up slightly.

"It's okay," I finish, "I think it makes everything look classy."

The penthouse was full of large crystal clear windows. The home was truly alluring.

I look around in awe.

Never have I seen so many beautiful items in one place. It's hard to believe that someone even really lives here.

"Te ves Hermosa, Princesa." He whispers in my ear, I try so desperately to hide the goosebumps that threaten to creep up my arms.
(You look beautiful, Princess)

But of course, he notices. I can tell by the little smirk he plasters on his face while sauntering to the kitchen.

"I look the same I did 5 minutes ago,"

"You looked beautiful 5 minutes ago, as well,"

I roll my eyes, following him into the kitchen.

"I have to work in the morning," He states blatantly, "You will have to come with me,"

"Oh! like daddy-daughter day at work?" I squeal sarcastically. Rolling my eyes I sit on the black barstool placed at the island. He winks.

"Only if you want it to be." His teasing voice ignites something within me.

It makes his lips look so much more kissable then normal. His devilish blue eyes still sparkle no matter the lighting

"Where will I be sleeping? In a hotel?" I finally ask.

He chuckles - and Lord does he.

"You will be staying here,"

"I get my own penthouse!" I smile.

He smiles with me and it's the cutest thing I've ever seen. I'd take his genuine smile over his devilish smirk any day.

Although I do love that smirk