Novel & Cerita On The Rooftop

Orchard’s POV The evening air was cool as I climbed the steps to the rooftop. My body felt heavy, like each movement required more effort than it should. The door creaked as I pushed it open, revealing the quiet sanctuary that had always been my retreat. The rooftop wasn’t much to look at, it was a simple flat space bordered by a rusty railing. A few old chairs sat scattered around, one missing a leg, the other barely standing. The city stretched out in front of me, endless and alive.

I asked Zak as we stepped out onto the very windy rooftop. By the time we got there it was already dark, and we could see some stars in the night sky. The rooftop was not dark. In fact, it was well lit by the numerous lights located on the top of the building. Although no one was officially permitted to come up here, for safety measures, metal nets were installed all around the rooftop platform like walls to prevent anyone from falling…or easily committing suicide…I guess. I placed a hand on the metal net as I sucked in a deep breath and stared up at the sky. The wind was slightly cold, and it was very quiet all around us. I shivered a little as the cold wind blew against my bare arms and le

Possession. It disappears almost immediately. But she saw it. “You’re ready,” he says evenly. That’s it. No compliment. No softness. Just control. — The rooftop restaurant is private. Entirely reserved. The terrace overlooks the Mediterranean, candles flickering along stone railings. Soft music plays. The sky is streaked in violet and amber as the sun sinks. Several tables are occupied. Powerful men. Tailored suits. Watches worth houses. Conversations conducted quietly.

The elevator climbed, the numbers above the door ticked upward, each floor making my stomach drop a little more. Soon the doors opened, and the rooftop was nothing like I expected. Grass stretched across the entire space in rolling hills. Golf holes tucked into corners, sand traps shaped like seashells, a putting green near the edge with a view of the city skyline, two rest areas with a shade. The sun was bright, the air warm. Three people stood near a small table under the shade with drinks in their hands. Dante stood apart from them, his back to me, his hands in his pockets.

Colton grinned and nodded, he stepped forward, motioning with his hands for her to step forward which she did, walking side by side with him towards the elevator. The two got into the elevator and pressed the button, heading up to the top floor where the rooftop was located. Soon, the arrived at the rooftop and Colton fawned over the view granted by the tall building stationed in the well developed area of Los Angeles, while Roxanne walked over to the railing and allowed one of her hand dangle out while the other held onto her plastic coffee cup, taking small sips from the beverage every now and then.

No matter where we would be in our lives in the future but I would never forget that this was my first time and he made me feel like I was some sacred stone that he was touching for the first time and just in awe and respect. "We would be on the p*rn site tomorrow morning," I mumbled against his chest. "What?" He asked startled. "We had sex on the rooftop, I won't be surprised if someone has recorded our video or something." I giggled and he laughed. "We are on the 58th floor of the building which is restricted for everyone for tonight and we made love, not sex." He spoke brushing my hair. "Why here? We could've you know... done it in your mansion or the penth

I didn’t want to remember how easily he had used me and moved on. I replied before I could overthink it: Me: Okay. I’ll come. The rooftop party was loud and overwhelming. Music blasted from speakers. String lights twinkled overhead. People laughed, shouted, danced wildly. Some couples were already making out shamelessly in dark corners. The city skyline glittered below us, beautiful and indifferent.

When we reached the rooftop door, Blaze paused, glancing at me. “You know,” he said, his tone light but carrying an undercurrent of seriousness, “aren’t they going to notice if a couple of strangers show up at their little rooftop party?” “You underestimate Reagan’s need for attention,” I whispered to Blaze as I pushed open the door to the rooftop. The scene before us was as grandiose as I expected—Reagan had clearly outdone herself. The rooftop was transformed into a spectacle of glittering lights and ostentation. Strings of golden fairy lights crisscrossed the open space, casting a warm, luxurious glow.

I felt like such a voyeur, hiding in the shadows and gapping at my young neighbor. I could feel myself almost rooting for him to strip off his underwear so I could see him totally naked, but to my disappointment, he walked out of my view and I assumed he also was going to go shower. "God he looks good enough to eat!" I thought to myself as I slipped back into the bedroom to get myself dressed. As I mentioned, the condo consists of two towers. The rooftop of one tower is the pool and the other tower holds the garden and pea-patch. I decided to enjoy the rooftop garden and I put on a pair of tennis shorts and a halter top with my favorite strappy sandals and headed up to the roof to weed and t

Aaron said quietly, not looking at her. Natasha kept her eyes on the glowing numbers above the door. “I don’t trust easily anymore.” “Fair enough.” The elevator opened onto a wide rooftop terrace enclosed by glass walls. The night air was cool and clean. From up here, the entire district spread out beneath them like a living painting. Strings of warm lights crisscrossed between buildings. People moved along the streets below—some laughing, some carrying bags, a few couples walking hand in hand. It looked almost peaceful.