Novel Upper West Side Novels & Stories

Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ I tossed the duvet aside and sat on the edge of my bed, putting my elbows over my knees. I grabbed my cell phone and raised the blinds of my room. The daylight flooded in, illuminating the room as I stared at the sky through the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. Raking my hand through my hair, I got off the bed, wore my boxers, and made my way out of the bedroom. My penthouse is on the Upper East Side, but it's not just any penthouse. It has the best fucking view a man like me deserves.

Everything that I thought was just a coincidence had been carefully engineered. Andrea was trying to ruin my life. "That bitch," I said quietly under my breath. "Let’s not jump to conclusions," Nina said. "It’s just a theory. You’ll have to go back to the government office and find out." After lunch, I had three appointments. I had to show two medium sized apartments in midtown, and then one huge luxury condo with 15 bedrooms, huge living room and dining room, a kitchen with floor to ceiling windows all on one of the best streets in the 80s on the upper East side.

She adores him and they get along well. I don't think Nicko is a burden but not having him with me all the time feels odd as much as it feels liberating. I can now move around freely and I can get my errands done. I have been on the Upper East Side all morning with Keller. He does catering on the side and he's been delivering all morning. He usually does it with his mom but she's not up to it. As he drove, I studied the tall beautiful buildings. The Upper East Side reminds of Alexander Christos. He brought me to one of these neighborhoods. I didn't know him well but I miss him. I miss him so much. He would have spoilt Nicko rotten!

I should get out of here fast. I finally arrived at my penthouse located at one of the beautiful buildings in the upper east side of New York City. I live here together with my nanny and another maid. My parents were not here since they're busy running our hotel business, so basically I'm home alone. But I didn't mind it at all. I've gotten used to this situation. This is probably the consequence of being a rich kid. You'll have all the stuff you want but you can't be with your parents all the time. That sucks.

The woman suddenly turned pale and her eyes widened. “B-but…” “Go to your table, Anna. We will deal with you later,” Brent said and motioned her to go away. After that they went inside the office. Wallace Empire Corp was located in Midtown Manhattan. Nestled between Central Park and towering financial landmarks. The eighty stories floor-to-ceiling glass walls mirrors the NYC skyline that looks stunning during sunset and stormy nights. It spans the entire 80th floor with 360 degree views of Manhattan. The only thing that made him in a good mood whenever he’s having a bad day.

“So where do you want to go for dinner tonight?” “Uhm… There's this little Italian place called Marcello on the upper East side. I like the place, it's quiet and intimate. You know, it's perfect for actually getting to know each other better.” He then pauses, “Unless that sounds too fancy for you. I know I can be a little out of touch with normal places sometimes.”

sheer thigh-highs and no bra because if he wanted files, he'd get a show too maybe even drop to my knees first this time. The cab pulled up to the sleek brownstone on the Upper East Side, all wrought iron gates and ivy climbing the walls like it guarded secrets darker than corporate espionage, and I paid the driver quickly before stepping out into the cool night air that pebbled my nipples against the thin fabric. heels clicking up the steps as I pushed open the heavy oak door just like he'd said, finding myself in a foyer lit by a single crystal chandelier that cast shadows dancing across marble floors leading to a study where low light spilled from an open door.

She said. “Yeah, he was.” I smiled. “I'll text you their address. See you soon.” “See ya.” The dialtone clicked and I sighed. “See you soon, Fatty Benson.” **** Navigating my way to Upper East New York was one of the best experiences I've ever had in my life. I saw lots of intimidating skyscrapers, flashy sportcars, and apartments that probably cost millions. So this is where Fatty Benson lives now. He must be enjoying life as it is.

Now, all I could think of was William as I watched the sunrise and stood barefoot in the center of my new elegant condo, taking in the gorgeous hardwood floors, crystal chandelier, gas fireplace, OLED television screen, and stunning East River view. I decided to take a walk through my new neighborhood, what Farrah had called the playground of New York’s elite. A tiny thrill coursed through my solar plexes when I thought of how this was one of the most affluent areas of New York, the Upper East Side of Manhattan. I could hardly believe this was where I lived, and this was my life.

“Get dressed. I won’t take no for an answer.” This day was always going to catch up to me. And he was right, saying no was definitely something I could do at this moment. The restaurant was on the Upper West Side — not the kind you stumble into, but the kind you’re told about, quietly, by someone who assumes you’ll understand what to do with the information. From the street, there was nothing to suggest it existed: no sign, no menu, just a door that looked like it led somewhere else entirely.