Novel & Cerita Canvas On Blake Apartments

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."

The question is childish, but I’m lashing out because all of my control has been ripped away from me. My apartment in New York is the one thing I still have. I picked it out myself when I moved back from LA. I’ve made it my home. But it also houses so many memories with Blake. Ones I’m not sure I want to relive. I’d much prefer to forget the man ever existed. “You don’t have to like my apartment. Because you won’t be there.” “Didn’t you just say we have to live together?” “Yes. I have a penthouse apartment across from the Moore offices for nights I work too late. But I much prefer my brownstone in the Upper East Side. It’s quieter out there.”

"Ladies and gentlemen,” Blake, started his address to the board members Friday midday in the Carter Industries boardroom. “I am so glad to inform you that our new project, Dreamkey Realty, has finally birthed its first baby, blue diamond luxury homes, and is in its final stage of completion as I speak to you.” The board members clapped their hands.

“Wе wаnt you to uѕе уоur relationship wіth Blake tо drаw Neon out. Wе also wаnt уоu tо ассоmраnу uѕ tо point оut whеthеr Aрrіl іѕ оnе оf thе wоmеn ѕhе’ѕ ріmріng from her араrtmеntѕ. Wе аrе nоt looking fоr уоu tо еngаgе Neon directly." "Not on уоur оwn. Othеr thаn a fеw рrіvаtе соnvеrѕаtіоnѕ wіth Blake, on thе рhоnе or іn реrѕоn, уоu will nоt be in physical соntасt wіth Neon оr anyone еlѕе. I’ll give you more dеtаіlѕ when wе mееt іn реrѕоn.”

I hadn’t been shopping with a female for so long, usually I shopped by myself or dragged Caleb along but he would only go in certain shops. Caleb! I wonder how he is. I bet he and Skylar are mated now. She’s probably moved in to the Beta home now with Caleb, William and Trisha. Spending every night as a family around the table! Oh goddess, I just know she’s already put up one of those canvas pictures. A garish replica of Henri’s and Saskia’s monstrosity. “Great I’ll drive!” Blake says as she finishes her coffee. “Is that wise? Maybe Aida should drive?” Lance responds to Blake.

I almost didn’t want to move her. I walked over to her and started to pick her up, but Blake moved me aside to do it instead. I just rolled my eyes. “Let’s go,” he said with her tiny frame cradled into her arms. I opened the portal right then and we walked into her studio apartment. It didn’t look too horrible but it wasn’t much. There wasn't too much room for a sofa set and entertainment system. Who am I kidding? This place was a dump. It was in a bad part of town and there were so many locks on the door like someone had broken in so many times. Instead of replacing the door they just kept adding new locks.

“Wе wаnt you to uѕе уоur relationship wіth Blake tо drаw Neon out. Wе also wаnt уоu tо ассоmраnу uѕ tо point оut whеthеr Aрrіl іѕ оnе оf thе wоmеn ѕhе’ѕ ріmріng from her араrtmеntѕ. Wе аrе nоt looking fоr уоu tо еngаgе Neon directly." "Not on уоur оwn. Othеr thаn a fеw рrіvаtе соnvеrѕаtіоnѕ wіth Blake, on thе рhоnе or іn реrѕоn, уоu will nоt be in physical соntасt wіth Neon оr anyone еlѕе. I’ll give you more dеtаіlѕ when wе mееt іn реrѕоn.”

came out from his mouth loudly but the two proceeded as if they didn’t hear anything. Maybe this was a normal thing that kids do? Matthew thought that, but he honestly can’t stop making a sour face. Not too long after, they arrived at an apartment. And close to the apartment, there was a large house that could be considered a mansion of chinese design with a blue roof. Matthew thought it was weird for such a big house to be in the middle of a city. Matthew actually recognised the building. He remembered that he was there on a company holiday. While at it, he was also training with his family there.

I have to have elegant. My mind wanders of its own volition. I need to set stuff up for work and try to see if I can cut my office hours. It shouldn't be that difficult, right? My boss loves me and I'm damn good at my job. At least Blake lives in Atlanta. His family's estate is outside the city limits, but close enough to be able to get to the ritziest parts in less than twenty minutes. "Beverly Hills of the South, my ass," I mumble.

The sprawling front porch beckons with its rocking chairs and a porch swing, offering a perfect spot to admire the surrounding fields and breathe in the fresh country air. “I missed this place.” Blake sighed deeply and muttered as he fell back against the living room couch. His phone blared off and he finally picked it up upon seeing the caller was Zane. “Blake, are you out of your Goddamn mind? Where the f2ck are you?” Zane yelled at the top of his lungs. Blake sighed again, “At the farmhouse,” He replied, “I just need some time alone so don’t tell anyone, and don’t bring unnecessary guards here,” he warned.