Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I hang up the phone and think a minute about how this feels like I’m living in a hotel. Imagine never having to cook your own meals or never having to leave the apartment for a damn thing. The penthouse is big enough to contain five of my apartments.
I decide to make use of my time here, and I snoop around the place. There’s a workout room, a huge master bathroom with every available amenity, the chef’s kitchen, a terrace that overlooks the entire city, and all manner of areas to lounge.
There are bedrooms and bathrooms, the place seeming to go on forever. It’s paradise up here.
And to top it all off, Finn has great taste. Every piece of furniture is arranged meticulously. Each piece probably cost thousands of dollars, too.
There’s modern art on the wall. There are posters signed by rock n’ roll stars. The place is nice—but it also has an edge, just like Finn.
Breakfast arrives, and I savor the smell of black coffee.
I take my coffee out to the terrace, where the wind is frigid. It should be, considering I’m so high in the sky.
I dare not look down at the people below, because I’m afraid of heights. But I sit back and enjoy my coffee with my view of the city in the clouds.
It’s like a miracle up here. Somehow, I feel like all my troubles have faded away.
Mostly though, I want Finn. Now I know for sure that he’ll never escape my thoughts, not for a moment. I want him.
The desire is burning within my body with no sign of stopping. I think I’m in big trouble if he doesn’t return the affection.
Before I leave, I take advantage of the shower. The thing has several different showerheads and, once I turn them all on, I feel like I’m in a waterfall.
After a leisurely shower, I get out and help myself to his oils and lotions, even though they all smell like a man.
I even put on some of his cologne, just to have the smell of him on me.
Quickly, I leave a note that says,
Thanks, baby,
I had a fantastic time enjoying your penthouse.
xoxo Aurora
Outside, the air is cold. Winter is really descending upon the city.
I like winter in New York. It’s a magical time. But it’s also a time of hibernation and of things dying…getting ready for the rebirth of spring.
A part of me has died, too. My virginity. And I can say for sure that I’m not sad to see it go.
The Grayson brothers have made sure that I’m well taken care of. I’ve had the best first time a girl can have. And now with Finn showing interest in me, my life is looking pretty good.
I grab a cab, because I’m not suited to walk home in my red dress. In the light of day, I look like a goddamn hooker, and I can’t have that.
It’s the walk of shame, and yet I have nothing to feel shameful for.
My night with Finn was fabulous. Every woman should be so lucky.
In the back of the cab, I go through the day’s business. First things first: I have to check my bank account.
I know I’m rich, but Anders has access to it, too. We’ve shared the same account ever since we were young. Our parents always wanted to make sure we had enough money. And, until recently, we did.
Thanks to my personal sacrifice, we’re three billion dollars richer, though I wouldn’t call any of it a sacrifice.
I check the accounts and feel worried as I see that there’s about $250 million missing.
What the fuck? He did it again.
I’m cursing Anders all the way home.
How can he blow through money so quickly?
I wish there was a way to freeze him out of my bank account. He’s gonna ruin us all over again.
Once I get home to the Park Avenue apartment, I hurry upstairs and change my clothes. I don a silky white top and a black business suit. I have to get to Highmore Chocolates and make sure everything is in order.
My driver takes me. I’ve had enough of cabs for one day. He pulls up, and I get in, all the while checking my phone for any activity.
It’s no surprise Anders wasn’t home. He practically lives on the streets. I shudder to think of his lifestyle and how close to death he probably is at any time.
It’s my biggest fear: getting that phone call to hear that he’s dead. I’m afraid it’s only a matter of time.
My entire mission in life revolves around getting him into treatment. But there’s nothing I can do unless he agrees to go.
I’m pissed at the staggering amount of money that’s missing from our account. I’m cursing him in my head and wondering how my own big brother could have leveraged my virginity for the sake of his addiction.