Novel & Cerita 215 Lexington Ave

Too few for those with one hundred floors, but forty-five is no laughing matter. She waited for how many minutes before reaching the top level, and when she glanced at her wristwatch, it was about 7:20 a.m. When the elevator doors opened, she bit her lower lip. She stepped out of it with wide-open eyes and a gaping mouth. If Ace Matthew truly owned this enclosed structure above the LEX building, he would be extremely wealthy. Typically, penthouses are the largest, most opulent, and hence most expensive apartments in a structure. In New York, penthouse residences are extremely popular.

“For now, why don’t Cass, Amanda, Tara, and I go up, and the rest of you can head that way in a few minutes?” That made the most sense to me. I followed Cadence into the elevator. It was still a tight squeeze with all of us in there, and Lex. He smelled so good, I wanted to ask him what kind of cologne he was wearing so that I could get some for Brandon, but that seemed really weird. I’d just check his mind later. Lex pressed the button for the fifth floor. I wondered why these elevators hadn’t been modified to work with IACs, but then this building was so old, it was a wonder it even had elevators.

The blueprints were spread out, the address printed clearly at the top. Beatrice walked over to the desk and looked down at the papers. "So," she said, tapping a manicured fingernail on the blueprint, "this is the apartment you are designing for her?" "Yes," I said, walking over. "Zyran bought it today. It’s a rush job, but I’m going to make it beautiful. I want her to feel comfortable." Beatrice read the address on the paper: 1402 Lakeview Drive, Penthouse B. She froze.

I have spent the past week trying to scrub the existence of Elias Arden from my brain with an iron sponge and is I have to face him now, I’m not sure if I have enough composure left to stand on his doorstep without it showing, and showing it is not something I am prepared to do right now. I close my eyes for a brief moment, take a deep breath and start walking again. I’ll deal with it if it happens. Crane Street is in the part of the lower east side that sits just past the point where the neighborhood stops pretending to be transitional and settles into what it actually is, narrow buildings close together, the kind of street where the trees are small and the gutters collect things, and every

I left the penthouse before the sun fully rose. I didn't pack a bag. That felt too final. I just took my purse, my sketchbook, and the folded lease Elias had given me. I took a taxi to Chelsea. I didn't want to use the town car. I didn't want Leo reporting my location to Julian. The building was a converted warehouse on 25th Street. It was brick and iron, gritty on the outside but gentrified on the inside.

Rex nodded at me before he opened the door. "Morning, Ms. Flora." I slid into the backseat while clutching my large purse tightly. "Good morning," I returned. The entire ride was silent. We pulled up to the gleaming high-rise in the financial district, with the name "Romano Incorporation" displayed in large silver letters above the top five floors. My stomach heaved as I rode the elevator to the top floor. The doors opened to reveal a space that screamed money and power. It was all glass, chrome, and expensive artwork. These were details I hadn’t been able to take in the other night.

He placed the overnight bag in the limousine and held the backdoor until I climbed inside. “I’m sorry to see you go, Miss,” he said before closing the door. I settled into the seat and was surprised to see Benson sitting in the front passenger seat. “I want to make sure everything is perfect in your apartment,” he said. “And I want to help you get settled in.” Relief flooded me. “I’m glad you're going with me to the apartment, Benson. It makes it much easier. I’m not even sure where it is.” “Alex has given you a unit in his new luxury apartment building on Third Avenue. It’s in the best part of downtown Denhurst,” Benson explained. “Your apartment is on the seventy-second floor.”

“Well, I was thinking you could come over to mine? I’ve got a little place in the city. It’s not much, but I like it.” Without much convincing, we’re in a cab on our way to her place on Fifth Avenue. It’s in The Langham, one of the most exclusive hotels in New York. She’s got a suite on the 7th floor, overlooking the Empire State Building and lower Manhattan. Laying my coat down on her pristine white sofa, I say, “So, I take it you’re a permanent resident here.” “You can say that, yes,” she says. Pouring us a drink, she comes over and sits beside me. “It’s just a place I like to come to when I want to be alone. My family doesn’t even know about it,” she adds.

AUDREY Gabriel’s place was just as grandiose as he was. We first took an elevator toward his penthouse on Fifth Avenue. The space was cultured with full gray & white veins in the Italian marble floors and a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows that peered across the beautiful view of Central Park.