It took me a minute to get her to calm down. Then Dad took over for me. Hopefully a night of sleep will do everyone some good. It is always Dad’s answer for everything when she and I start to butt heads. He is always right. We sleep on it for a night and revisit it with a fresh mind in the morning.
Most of the time we wake up the next morning fine. Sometimes I wake up with her in bed with me. She’ll be cuddling me and we both forget what we were fighting about. It’s hard to stay mad at your mom when she loves you more than life itself.
I bite my lip, watching his body shake with laughter. I know that I can’t hold the scolding look I have on my face. I was taken aback by him talking about money the way he did. It might be normal here to talk like that and I need to remember that things are different than at home. I just have to adjust to how people act about money here. I know it will be hard since it’s always been ingrained in me that you don’t speak of your wealth. It isn’t hard to see that Drake is rich. Just by looking at his penthouse one would know that. It pretty much smacks you in the face as soon as you walk in the door. It is nice and all, but it doesn’t look or feel like a home. There is nothing inviting or friendly about this place. It reminds me more of a museum than a home that someone would live in. If I am going to stay for a little while, I plan to change it up a bit around here. I bet Mr. Perfect will just love me messing with his stuff. I have to fight a laugh myself now.
When he stops laughing, his eyes lock with mine. I want to get up and go drop myself in his lap again, but I hold back. As much as I want to be close to him I don’t care for the fact that when we are close he keeps moving me away from him. I know he’s attracted to me. I’ll just have to break him down a bit. Maybe make him give chase.
When a ding sounds I hop up from the sofa. “I’ve got it,” I tell him. I’m all too happy to distract myself from the inner battle going on about me sitting in his lap. “It’s probably for me anyways,” I add. I make my way back to the door that we came in. Drake just sits in the chair staring at me as I walk to the door. I put an extra sway in my hips because I can almost guarantee he’s staring at my ass.
The door opens into a small entryway that goes to the elevator. Drake’s place is the only home on this floor, I’m guessing. I’m not in the least bit shocked that he has an entire floor to himself. He looks and acts like he needs his space.
Before he can stop me I’m pulling open the door, surprised to see a women a few years older than me standing there with a shocked look on her face. I know the person I talked to on the phone was a man. He found my suitcase and was more than helpful by saying he’d bring it to me. I explained that I wasn’t familiar with the city and he offered like a true gentleman to bring it to my door.
I was really excited that someone had found my bag and was nice enough to go out of their way to get it to me. When I talked to him on the phone he asked for my address. I didn’t really know where I was so I’d shared my location with him on my phone. I told him that I was on the top floor. It was easy enough for me to take care of this situation. I wanted to call my Ma and tell her how wrong she was about me not being able to look out for myself and about the people that lived here. There are tons of nice people in the city and I found one that was willing to go out of his way to help me.
I stare at the pretty blond woman standing in front of me with the still-shocked look on her face. It takes me a moment to put two and two together but finally my mind catches up and I get it. This must be his girlfriend. Of course he has one. I turn around to yell at Drake and run right into his solid chest. I’m seething with jealousy at the thought of him belonging to another woman. How am I going to live here? I forget for a second that my hands are resting on his chest. I drop them away quickly, not wanting to be disrespectful to his girlfriend. I step away and put as much distance between us as I can.