Canvas On Blake Apartments Novels & Stories

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.

Blake complained. “I wasn’t! The message just popped out while I was using the phone. I couldn’t stop my brain from reading the texts!” He rolled his shiny brown eyes at him. “You know what? It’s past bedtime. Get to your room now!” Blake scolded, leaving Bryce stunned. “Now!” He threatened and with much hesitation, he dragged his feet on the glittering marble floor of the palace living room towards the stairs into his room. Blake’s gaze skipped over the elaborate artworks carefully adorning the walls, their frames gleaming with hints of gold and silver, telling stories of bygone eras and illustrious lineage, thinking of what to say to Zane.