Livin' the Life

Chapter 11: For real?

If we're going to Bertolli's I'll need to change." I say and tell the driver to take us home. "What's wrong with that?" He asks, making it hard for me to believe he lived a high life. "Because,I'm treating you to dinner and it's impolite to not dress up." I say, realizing how vain that probably sounded. He just chuckles and says: "I'll wait outside." I look at him defensively and say: "No,you're going to come in." "Fine." He says as the taxi pulls up in front of my penthouse.

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Aiden's P.O.V.

I've never seen anything as beautiful as Justine's penthouse. Crystal chandelier in the dining room and a fur carpet, black leather furniture, and a stainless steel kitchen with marble countertops. "There's another bathroom down the hall. And there's some of Max's shirts and shoes and jeans.I'll take your jeans and wash them for you. Hand them over!" She says. I reluctantly undo my belt and she turns around as I slide my jeans off. "They've got rips in them." I say as I hand them over and grab the robe that's on the bed. "So,that's a trend now!" She says and kisses my cheek then says: "I'm going to run. Don't forget the clothes, you can just raid his closet." "All right." I say as she walks toward her bedroom and closes the door. I head down the hall and into the second bedroom, turn on the light and walk into the bathroom. There's a electric razor and a pair of scissors. I start the shower water and then start stripping off my clothes. Within minutes the warm water hits my face and I run a hand through my hair. The last time I had a shower was months ago. And this shower is up there. Glass panels cover it and there's an extended shower head for hard to reach areas. The water is controlled and perfectly warm considering the cold air.

After the shower I set to shaving my goatee, brushing my hair back out of my face. With the goatee gone I immediately feel like me again, even if I am standing in front of a $50,000 mirror naked in a total stranger's penthouse guest bathroom. I grab a white button down Tommy Hilfiger dress shirt, and put it on. The clean fabric hugging my skin, as I find a pair of black boxers and black Tommy Hilfiger pants. I step into the boxers and then the pants and zip them up, with a black and silver belt. There's an entire row of suits but I grab the black Tommy Hilfiger one. Another row of shoes faces me and I grab the black leather Florsheim ones. That was my go to brand as a lawyer and were often perfect for the endless taxi hopping I did. There's a soft knock at the door as I'm picking my tie. "Come in." I say. A stunning Justine walks through the door in a slimming black Elle tube top that she's tucked into a shimmery gold Dolce & Gabbana mini-skirt, stunning black leather Prada pointed toe pumps with a ankle strap, a black leather Levi's leather jacket, and a beaded multi-color St. Xavier clutch with a black tassel. Her hair is pulled up in a sleek ponytail and her bangs are swept to the side, showing off her daring red lipstick. "Can't decide which tie?" She asks and slowly makes her way to a simple black bowtie. She places it around my neck and then proceeds to tie it into a perfect bow. She stands back, and admires her work, then runs a hand through my hair and our lips meet. "Where's Max?" I ask. "We broke up." She says and then wipes her lipstick off of me. "Come on. Let's go." She says and slips her delicate hand into mine.