Angela Samota Apartment Novels & Stories

This worried Jimmy so he did some digging. Jimmy fired up the iMac and, after a few guesses at Sam’s password, got into his e-mail. A bit of digging through the different folders led Jimmy to an e-mail from a letting agent where he found Sam had rented a room above some pub, just up the road in Chalk Farm.

When Noah saw that, he beemed and put his chubby palms into hers and then he held hers. "I live on the twelfth floor with my roommate. Let's go!" "Okay" Noah replied happily and skidded into the apartment building with Samantha, hand in hand. Behind them, Robert hurriedly parked the car and followed them. "Wow, your home is so cozy " upon getting at the twelfth floor, Noah could not wait until Samantha opened the door. When he saw the furnishing in the apartment, he gasped delightly. In fact it was just a two bedroom flat that was less than 1000 square feet, even smaller than a suite in the Leonardo's villa not to mention of the President's mansion.

Tiffany blurted out as Davis looked at me. “What?” he asked her “She meant that since you house is just a mile walk from here it will practically be like you are sleeping at home” Sam immediately spoke “Oh, okay. Fine I will stay here” he replied “So, Peach it is a two room apartment, right?” Sam asked “Yes” I answered as I nodded as Davis looked at me then licked his lips and smirked.

Sam lets out a laugh exposing his perfectly white teeth, as he reaches out and shakes her hand. “Chrissy, she told me about you,” “She has?” “Yes, don't worry, only good things;” he had reached out his hand and pulled her up; “let us go over to the fire?" Without hesitation, she stood up and smiled faintly, “sure.” Sam had a girlfriend, Jessica, who was studying law and came from a wealthy background. She stood with her friends close by as she glanced at Angela walking with Sam. They walked over to the campfire; there were tree logs where everyone was sitting, “so Angela, how are you finding it here?” "How am I seeing it here?”

I mutter, my throat dry. "There's no way you'll believe me... I know... I have no other choice, Estela... forgive me, but I have to show you... tonight." Sam babbles for a while-it's uncomfortable when he gets like this, so weird and saying nonsense. While his lips keep moving nonstop, I take the time to admire the apartment-it's gorgeous. Not as luxurious as his, but very refined. The walls are pink and the furniture feels as soft as clouds. "Do you get it, Estela? ... Do you get it?"

Now here he was with her in New Orleans and it felt right. He didn’t want to think about Camilla Dawn or Perdition tonight. He was with her tonight. She would be his focus. He was torn between two women and two lives he had lived. His life with Camilla Dawn and the life he could’ve had with Angie. Not tonight. Tonight was just for Angie. The two went inside her small apartment. Bee had let Angie turn two rooms into a small apartment. She had taken to the task and made the place amazing. “I love it,” Sam says.

She smiled, “I think we can do that.” We all went to Daniel’s limo and Angela gave the driver the first address. While we were on our way, Angela started, “I’m saving the one I told you about for last. This first one is another listing that I have exclusively. This one has twenty floors, the square footage on each floor is generous, but it will need some updating. Right now, the décor is very nineteen-eighties.” I laughed, “Got it.”

“The one owned by the Cornells?” “Of course that one,” she snapped, raising her voice. “Just move!” The cab peeled off into the night, tires screeching lightly on the dry road. Samantha opened her tracking app again. Angelo’s dot was moving fast—closing in on the condo. Her jaw set. “Let’s see what you’re really up to…”

Rosa and I walked up to Samantha and said, ‘I will show you one since all of them look exactly the same on the inside and the outside. Samantha showed us the apartment. It looked huge and modern and I could tell it was newly built. There was a spacious kitchen; all the cabinets were white with black door handles. The living room was also spacious, as was the dining room. There was a staircase leading up to the bedrooms. Both bedrooms were huge, with their own built-in bathroom and a built-in closet in each room. The rooms had a balcony that looked over the ocean and I knew I had to buy this place. My employees will love this place.

“Okay. Thank you again, sir. What’s your name?” “Miguel, Miss Brooke. I’m Miguel Ramos. You can call me Miguel.” “Please call me Amy too.” Then Amy moved to the back. Miguel opened the door for her, and later, he drove the car to Samuel’s apartment—the WLS apartment. Samuel had several apartments and a few houses in the city. He also had many properties in other cities, even in other countries. Considering he ran the hotel networks and restaurants, it was normal for him to have and buy buildings everywhere. Samuel then converted some buildings to hotels, restaurants, or the newest in his agenda—resorts.