10|Trouble In Paradise?

~Klaus~

I asked Belinda, my housekeeper, to change the beddings, curtains, and cover of every piece of furniture in my penthouse. I even told her to tidy up even if I knew she cleaned every corner of my place every other day.

I was never one to make a fuss when I had visitors or friends coming over. But this is Rylee we are talking about. I felt the need to put my best foot forward. Why? I don’t really know.

Ghost was supposed to pick her up at the airport. At the last minute, I told Ghost I’d do it.

“Get one of those pick-up signs,” he said, chuckling, tossing over the keys to my 918 Spyder.

I groaned. Since Las Vegas, he’d been giving side comments about how I was acting like a schoolboy excited to see his crush the next school day. “Shut the fuck up, Ghost!” I slammed the door so hard, I cringed as my favorite car rattled. “Fuck.”

Due to my annoyance, I was way too fucking early in JFK.

While waiting for Rylee’s plane to land, my eyes drifted to guys holding flowers, chocolat