Canvas On Blake Apartments Novels & Stories

That would make it more real for her, so she busied herself with going into the brightly lit building. The apartment condo was in the outskirts of New York, and she had to do a thorough research before taking her bike out that way. It contained a hundred apartments, ten on each floor and Blaze stayed in one of the top flats. Only because his father was the owner of the building and he was put in charge of managing it.

Then a i heard a phone ring. It's his phone. "Excuse me, i have to take this call, I’ll be back in a minute," then he left his office. Right after he left, I let my eyes wander around his office. My neck almost cracked while I try to look at the back. This office is big! This is twice or more than twice the size of my house! His table is placed facing back the view of all the building and roads of Manila. If he turned back on his swivel chair, he’s gonna see the beautiful view of the lights of Manila at the night time because it’s glass!He also have a balcony where he can enjoy the cool breeze. He must be so rich! On the walls, he have so many expensive paintings. They’re so pretty. He also

“Someone removed you from the palace for me. That’s when I knew we were destined. Your anger toward Adrian made it easier.” The pieces fall into place. “I’m trying to understand where this is going, but you’re confusing me even more,” I say, dragging my fingers through my hair in frustration. Blake exhales slowly, like he has been holding everything in for too long. “The house I have in Athens isn't new; I’ve had it for a long time. I have an entire life here—a real business. But I ran that café just to be near you. I wanted us to come here to Athens and start a family together. That was the plan before Adrian came into the picture.”

I stepped into the beauty salon near campus, resignation letter ready in my bag. The moment the manager, Lily, spotted me, she grabbed my hand with a warm smile. "Belle, you can't quit! Where am I ever going to find another makeup artist as good as you? Just stay a little longer—please, just a little while more!" Her enthusiasm made it difficult to refuse. "Actually," she went on quickly, "there's a big job today. It's a high-paying group booking from a Great Eastern University student, a house call service. Do this one for me, I'm begging you."

Willow had already told her that good holiday houses were as scarce as hens’ teeth, so it didn’t surprise Blaze that she was planning ahead. “In this case, you and Blaze must come with us. There’s a private apartment attached to the back of the house, very small but perfect for you two,” Willow said. “What do you say?” Blaze looked at Fabien, not sure how to handle the question. August was months away. She didn’t even know if she would be here next week or tomorrow, for that matter. More importantly, she didn’t know if Fabien wanted her to be here, either. It was one thing to have great sex, as often as possible, but it was another thing entirely to start making plans together. Since ballet

to her and she responded by rolling her eyes. "Anyways, since it's already set. If by the grace of God, Maddy finally agrees to move in, you can just use Blake's apartment while the building is under renovation. That way, you save money on rent, etcetera, etcetera, and voila, one big happy family, all thanks to cool Aunt Chelsea." She posed as if she were Captain Marvel or Wonderwoman. Chelsea has too much confidence in herself. This girl is really a handful at times. But she keeps me sane, just like Blake.

If I didn’t take proactive steps now, I would truly be the fool. I packed up all the designer stuff I’d been gifted over the years with the intention of selling everything, bit by bit, to make the money to pay back Raiden and continue ensuring my father’s safety. It didn’t matter, anyway. I told myself I wouldn’t actually need the apartment. That Mason would eventually come crawling back, realizing how good he had it. But that only happens in movies. This is no movie. *** The next day, Blake called me into her office. “I need you to assist with an ad shoot,” she said, barely looking up from her phone. “Urbanite is launching a new luxury campaign. It’s a big deal.”

I said immediately. Blake sneered, "If it weren't for the fact that you're Noah and Hedwig's mother, would I let you move in?" I was speechless. He looked down on me, and I really wanted to beat him up. "I have a lot of houses. If you don't want to live with me in the villa on the hill, you can live in the villa by the lake. We will be separated by several kilometers and won't meet each other often," Blake said indifferently.

Ethan followed his hands to the building before him. "Whoa,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes widening. Blake's house was very much larger than the others. A two stories talk building with gray painting and wide front windows. The driveway was packed with different expensive cars, a few parked crookedly along the curb like whoever had driven it had been in a rush. The floor underneath the two boys shook as music blasting faintly from inside. Ethan could see smoke curling past the cracks of the windows, fogging up the rooms they opened to.

Aloe's POV Blake's parole transfer was approved three months later. He arrived in Portland on a Tuesday with everything he owned fitting in two suitcases and a backpack—dramatic reduction from the billionaire who'd once owned penthouses and private jets. "Welcome home," I said, helping him carry boxes into his new studio apartment three blocks from mine. "Home," he repeated, testing the word. "Portland home, near you and Evelyn. That's more home than Manhattan penthouse ever was."