215 Lexington Avenue New York Novels & Stories

I spent all my twenty three years of life not even thinking about a mate and when I finally find one, he doesn’t want me. I clench my jaw together as I grab my car keys from the bedside table and make my way out of the room. “Good afternoon ma’am” Lexi says, she is standing by my door, “lunch is served” “I am not eating that” I tell her. She has been my butler for some time now and she knows exactly how I am, I have never seen her take offense to anything before. “I am going out, will be back soon” Without waiting for her response, I make my way down the stairs and in no time, I pull the maybach out of the driveway and into the busy street of New York City.

--- The cab halted in front of one of the oldest and most luxurious apartment buildings along the corner of 5th Avenue and E 63rd Street. Jesse got out of the cab and ran to the other side, opening the door for K like a real gentleman. "Let's go," he grabbed for her hand, and they walked up the pavement to the beige marquee that matched the exterior foundation of the extravagant building. "Mr. Akerman! How lovely to see you, Sir," the pudgy African-American doorman who looked like he was in his early forties greeted Jesse before they entered the marble lobby. He had a huge, contagious smile. His eyes gleamed and seemed genuinely delighted to see Jesse.

But he had other personal reason: Lex was not sure how he would behave, he didn't want someone watching over him, watching his every move. Lex had been to the morgue. At LSUTH. He had been alright seeing the bodies. And the markings on them. The Ayodeles' mansion was situated directly in front of the main road for Abiodun Shobanjo cresent, opposite Fela Shrine. Lex stood in front of the house. The small gate ajar, he stood there for a long time looking at the house. He tried to be calm inside. In his mind a small locket swung in the darkness of his soul. He waited for this locket to become immobile before proceeding.

Add that to the list of what she would do once she gets back to New York, right next to taking another driver's test, and promising herself that she would pass it this time. They finally pulled up in front of Lauren's apartment building. "Well," Alex says pulling the car to a stop. "it says 19th Cross Avenue. This is the place right my lady?" "Yes, it's the place, can you help me take her out of the car and in the apartment?" "Yes sure, let us get to it". Alex helped open the door, while Loretta tried making Lauren wake up a bit. "C'mon Lauren wake up were home. You wanted to go home remember, Lauren c'mon get up, help us out here you need to be in bed".

he quizzed without sparing her a look. However, he got no response to his question so he tilted his head to look at her, only to catch her staring at him. Smiling awkwardly and looking away to conceal her embarrassed attitude just now. She rubbed her forehead, “Hmmm…” “12, Columbus Avenue Hudson street,” The young man nodded in acknowledgment, “Got it,” In a matter of moments, the car rolled to a stop in front of a white magnificent building. The young man stole a glance at this beautiful house and then returned his attention to Mandy’s face, “Do you want to phone anybody?” he asked.

“Am I in your place?” “My penthouse, yes.” “And where is your penthouse, exactly?” “Don’t worry, you’re still in New York. 420 Park Avenue, to be exact.” My jaw drops. That’s in the Billionaires’ Row. “Why did you bring me here?” He puts the iPad down on the table next to him. “I suppose you wouldn’t want your roommate to see you in my arms.” “Of course,” I whisper. Whitlock is a short distance away from the apartment. Someone else might walk by and see us, if not Lora. His sentence, though, causes a hitch in my throat. “In your what?”

, “You deserve this, and I trust you can handle.” She left the house and boarded a cap to 620 Eighth Avenue, New York, NY 10018; The New York Voice, One of the biggest and well known publishing company in the city. It has been her dream to become a journalist, and the New York Voice is one of the places she has always wanted to be. She walked into the building; a very big one with 5 floors, two elevators adjacent to each other, and a staircase on one side. Every one seemed to be busy and focused.

ALICE RILEY Susan and I stepped onto the twelfth floor of the Scott Group office, where our designated cabins awaited, and I couldn’t help but pause in awe. The marble floors gleamed under soft, warm lighting, their polished surface reflecting the grandeur of the space. The high ceilings gave the floor an airy, open feel, while the sleek, contemporary design added an undeniable touch of sophistication. Workspaces were sectioned off by polished glass panels, each one striking the perfect balance between privacy and transparency. The entire setup exuded luxury—a stark contrast to the practical, no-frills environment of Lexis Consultants.

Somehow I knew that Macy would be here, at this one. What I didn’t know was where exactly, or where Luca was keeping her. The address:110 Petersen Ave, was an enormous old factory that had been converted into a warehouse. I knew I’d gotten there when the cab passed by an old, red-brick wall, and I saw the place behind a set of gates, wrought-iron with1—1—0carved above them.

Madison I stood perfectly still, the champagne flute clutched in my hand like a lifeline. Alexander's face remained frustratingly neutral as he regarded Katherine—not excited, not cold, just unreadable. "How long are you in New York?" Gabriel asked Katherine, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Indefinitely," she replied. "I've leased office space for Sinclair Luxe's American headquarters. We're launching the winter collection here first, before Paris." "Bold move," Alexander commented, taking a measured sip of his scotch.