Romans & histoires Novel Upper Westside

He has this code, this rigid Agency loyalty that I haven't been able to fuck or reason out of him yet. It’s late afternoon when we reach the neutral ground: a busy stretch of the Upper East Side where the sidewalk is packed with people who have too much money and too little situational awareness. We’ve chosen a high-end bistro tucked between a designer boutique and a private art gallery. The foot traffic is dense enough that we should be ghosts.

"The family has arranged a secure luxury apartment for you on the Upper West Side." "Don't mention it, Miss." Arthur bowed slightly. "Contact me anytime if you need anything." He respectfully exited the room. The moment the door closed, silence fell. I walked to the window and pulled back the white curtains. The Manhattan skyline filled my view. Skyscrapers stood shoulder to shoulder, the sun glinting off their glass facades. This is New York. Not Chicago. No Maximus. No endless hail of bullets. No money to be laundered. Just me, and a fresh start.

With my hand in his we enter an elevator and with me in his arms we float up. When we get to the top of the building, he opens a door and as we step inside, I hold my breath. Look, my own homes are definitely built according to the most modern architecture and every year I have an assessment made to upgrade the facilities. But what I see here is definitely taken from the latest architecture magazine. Now I remember that the West Village is one of the most expensive neighborhoods in New York and only the wealthy in the Fellogan family range can afford an estate here. I have to order Kaylah to come here shopping some time, I think.

I’m relieved to see her put her hand down and get the car on the road. The journey is fast after the long hours on the most uncomfortable coach journey in history. The apartment is nice, as apartments go. It’s on the Upper East Side, a little too close to Arrick’s for comfort, but as I’m currently avoiding him like the plague, I hope it won’t be an issue. Arrick always swung in different social circles to me, so I hope I won’t run into him anytime soon.

He tided my dress and stopped. Finally, the car pulled up to a commercial building in Upper East Side District, which was known to all people in New York, it was a place of wealth. Noah took me by the wrist and took my to the elevator, pressing the button of the 64th floor, the topmost of this building.

“I don't want to stress you guys more than I already have. Keeping to rehearsal schedules and the last-minute inspections that you girls did on my behalf is more than I can ask for.” “Anything for you, girl. You know we love you.” “Nice location,” I say as we enter the street leading to the house. “The Upper West Side is everyone’s dream location,” Brittney responds as we alight from the car. “I forgot the key,” I say, opening the car to get it out. “Girl, Jordan has eyes for good things." Brittney says, taking a look at other houses as we approach the building. “The outside view alone is breathtaking, and to top it up, it's organic architecture, just how I like it.” I flush as I open the ga

The door was open. And somewhere in the city, in an apartment on the Upper West Side, two men who had started as strangers held each other in the dark and learned, still learning, what it meant to stay.

"Good. Because if you do, I'll personally break both your kneecaps. And if I can't manage that myself, I know plenty of people who'd be more than happy to do it for me. Hell, I'll even beg Anthony to get involved if I have to." I smiled. "Noted." The drive across Manhattan felt longer than it should have. Traffic crawled through midtown, every light turning red just as I approached. My fingers drummed against the steering wheel, restless energy coursing through me. Katherine's penthouse sat in the heart of the Upper East Side, all glass and steel and money. The doorman recognized me immediately, stepping aside without question. The elevator ride up felt like descending instead of ascending.

“We should drink to that.” We clinked, and she collapsed onto the velvet couch with a satisfied sigh. “You know what’s wild?” She raised her glass higher, grinning. “We’re living in the freaking UES. There’s nothing better than living in this city.” I blinked. “UES?” “Upper. East. Side,” she snapped, like I was an idiot. “Jesus, this is why you need to go out more often.” That was it, we both lost it. My drink almost tipped as I doubled over, clutching my stomach. Lilian wheezed beside me, tears streaming as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

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.