“Hi,” I say with a nod to Julius, the doorman of my new apartment building.
It seems from the time I inspected the place until now, he still hasn’t developed any manners like Marv had. I guess the residents of small towns are just built differently to us city folk.
He doesn’t reply; he gives a firm nod, and I make my way to the elevator, when I hear Jenna’s voice from over my shoulder.
“Cole?” she asks, and I turn to face her. I went to sleep with every single inch of her incredible body last night and woke up next to her this morning, but God dammit, she still takes my breath away.
Her ice-blue eyes dart to the suitcase in my hands, her long, ash-blonde hair in a high ponytail, and I just want to wrap it around my fist and have my way with her.
“Hey, Snow,” I say awkwardly, shuffling on my feet, and I notice the small box in her arms with her name written on the front. “Online shopping already and you’ve only been home for three hours.” I laugh, tilting my head to the side.
“Uh, yep. Sure.” She clears her throat, and the two of us step into the open elevator that waits for us. “Want to tell me why you’re in my apartment building with a suitcase?” She presses the button for floor twenty-nine, but I hesitate to press the floor for thirty, until she waits, watching my hand hover over the button. “Unless…wait. You’re not planning on moving in with me, are you?” Her eyes bulge out of her head, and I laugh out loud, pressing the button for the top floor.
“No, Snow. I bought the penthouse. I had no idea you lived here,” I tell her. “I found out well after the sale had gone through.” The doors close, and I see the package she’s trying desperately to hide from me. “What’s in the box, Jenna?” I ask, and she fumbles with it, dropping it right at my feet. I pick it up to inspect it, seeing it’s come from a store called ‘SexKeepers’.
“Shit,” she whispers, snatching the box out of my arms, but I hold it tight, refusing to give it back.
“If you recall, I once told you that your orgasms belong to me. Did I not?” I ask her, slamming my fist down on thestopbutton on the elevator, and it comes to a crashing halt. She nods. “Then why are you buying a new fucking toy?”
“I didn’t know when I would see you next.” She snatches the box out of my arms, pushing the same button to make the elevator roar back to life, and she gets off at the next floor.
I hold my arm out to keep the doors open. “I know where you live, Snow. Once I unpack my suitcase, your pussy is mine.” Her laughter erupts through the hallway.
“I’ll be waiting, Mr. Big,” she shouts, and I hear her door slam.
My legs bounce up and down as the elevator takes me one floor up. I find my key in my pocket, and immediately shove it into the hole in the door, swinging it open.
I don’t take the time to admire my new home.
There’s plenty of time for that later, when my face isn’t being suffocated by the most glorious place in the world.
I roll my suitcase into the master suit, ripping it open and throwing my clothes into the nearest hamper.
Tate made sure I hired a cleaner, and I hope like hell when I get back from Jenna’s place, everything will be washed and ready to go.
I jump into the shower quickly, scrubbing my body with this expensive lotion and this weird, rough in texture, cloud-looking thing before I let the stream wash it all off.
Stepping out, I find a clean towel on the heated drying rack, and I throw it over my body to dry myself, when a knock on the door stops me in my tracks.
Finding my phone, I open the doorbell camera app, to see my girl looking like the devil, in nothing but a red trench coat, the box from earlier tucked firmly under her arm.
I don’t dry my hair, but I comb it over to the side with one hand, wrap the towel around my waist, and head for the door.
“Well, well, well,” I say, taking a step back, letting her walk into my apartment.
“As much as I would love a tour, there are so many things I would much rather you do to me.” I rip her coat open, and she loosens my towel around my waist until it pools at my feet, and she gets on her knees.
“You’re killing me, Snow,” I croak out.
“I guess they’ll have to put it on your gravestone.”
Epilogue
One year later
Jenna
“You look incredible,” Colewhispers in my ear, while cameras flash all around us. Photographers are shouting from every direction to look their way, but my eyes can’t seem to peel away from the man on my arm.
