215 Lexington Ave Novels & Stories

“He told me to ask my boyfriend if he felt like he would die if he didn’t get to touch me again.” They twist their faces as they listen. “Because there’s another man who does.” “What?” Harper screams in excitement. “Oh holy hell, we need tequila.” She gets up and disappears to go to the bar. “He asked you to his house?” Lucas asks in a high voice. I nod my head. “Do you know where he lives?” “No.” “Park Avenue, overlooking Central Park.” “How do you know that?” “G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.”

I frowned and picked it up before opening it… "House no. 356, Apealbum Housing, Wall Street, New Jersey. You'll find Michelle and George there. "

OV MIRA The morning sunlight filtered softly through the tall, arched windows of our newly opened office on the third floor of the brownstone. Down below on West 72nd Street, the steady hum of Manhattan life went on, punctuated by the occasional ring of a bicycle bell or the distant thrum of a delivery truck. For three weeks, this room had smelled of fresh paint, wood polish, and the rich aroma of espresso from the machine Sarah had set up in the staff break room. It felt like a sanctuary.

The one supposedly “seducing men left and right” May quickly scribbled a note on a torn piece of paper and held it up to Richie: [Dad, agree to it. I’ll handle her. I want to see her myself.] Richie sighed. He spoiled May too much and usually cleaned up her messes afterward. “Yes,” he finally said on the call, “the building is for rent. One million per month. I’m surprised you got my number so quickly. I’ll have someone meet you.” “Perfect,” Ava agreed. “I’ll be waiting in Suite 1001 at the Broadway Bar, 5 p.m. tonight.”

"I know, sweetheart. That's why you belong with me." Sloane’s phone vibrated against her thigh. She looked down at the dark glass as the car accelerated onto the Henry Hudson Parkway, speeding away from Washington Heights and carrying her straight back into the lion's den of Midtown Manhattan. [ LUS SYSTEM - TIER 4 DIRECTIVE #084 ] LOCATION UPDATED: THORNE TOWER EXECUTIVE SUITE NEW DIRECTIVE LOADING...

For a moment, she contemplated calling Gina, but quickly shook it off, hoping to avoid confrontation with her. She tapped Ace severally before he eventually responded. “Ace, where is your house?” “My house? I live at 100 Central Park South, New York, NY 10019. My house is very big and beautiful. It's around 17,545- square-foot.” Ace started to ramble, his wired slurred, “Do you know where I got the inspiration for my interior design from? It's the design you made…” “Enough, Ace.” Zara scolded, cutting ass off. “Who would have thought you could make so much noise.”

"Xander, I need to go to Longacre Building." Xander nodded. "I'll go with you." Emily also quickly spoke up. "I'll come too." So the three of them left together. … Longacre Building was located in the most bustling area of downtown. After Xander parked the car, the three of them walked into the building. They entered the elevator and went all the way to the 22nd floor. Even from a distance, Grace could already see a figure. Soon, Jessica's voice sounded. "Ms. Lewis, we meet again."

Cecily moved away from the window, swiping her car keys from a cupboard as she decided—she would follow them. Lexie parked her car in front of the address she'd received as a text. Standing at the main doors of the building, she gaped at the skyscraper, admiring its intricate design. The glass doors slid open, and she walked in with Martha, who was also in awe of the place. How lucky did one person have to be to live in a place like this? Lexie was admiring the glaring white interior of the building as a strong scent hit her nose. It was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place who it belonged to. As soon as she caught sight of messy auburn hair, however, emerging from a corner with two othe

Blakely decided to trust Nickson and let the man take her to his penthouse on 5th Avenue. Had she not been so exhausted last night, she would have admired the whole place in Nickson's splendid penthouse. This time Nickson’s property is not black and gray, but a sapphire blue that looks very beautiful when combined with the view from the large windows overlooking the sparkling heart of New York City.

Was he going crazy? He rules out the cheapest apartment and holds up the photos of the other two. Turning the photo of the third apartment to Sousa, he asks: - What about this apartment? - Well, Mr. Dixan, it has very generous areas: one bedroom with a walk-in closet, two bathrooms, a living room with a fireplace, a kitchen, a laundry room, and a balcony overlooking the Hudson River. - And this one? - he asks, showing the second apartment. - That one has good areas but is smaller than the other. It has one bedroom with a walk-in closet, one bathroom, a living room with a big balcony, a kitchen, and a laundry room. It has a magnificent view of Central Park and the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis R