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“...Yes.” I balled my fist. He kept looking at me, his brows lifted like he was expecting something else.
“Yes… Sir.” I adjusted and he went back to reading his newspaper.
My blood was boiling.
I made sure to go as far away from him as I could. I settled into the leather chair with the vase. Was he always like this?
I couldn’t wrap my head around the sudden enmity but the psychologist in me would not let it go. My best guess was that his being cold and dismissive was his way of asserting dominance and control.
Or it was just a way of showing how horribly he regretted that night.
Whatever it was, he was still an asshole.
I decided I wasn’t going to make myself available for him to push his ego on. I plugged in my headphones and the rest of the trip was filled with texts and Instagram reels.
We got to New York and of course, he had another expensive car waiting for him. This time it was a Mercedes Maybach.
The drive home was silent and unlike on the jet, I wasn’t eager to say a word.
He was a billionaire CEO and I honestly thought that there was nothing he could show off anymore that would shock me… until we arrived at Midtown East, Manhattan.
From the towering skyscrapers of glass and steel that lined the street, I should have known his house would be nothing less. But this…
The automated gates swung open with a soft whoosh, revealing a winding drive lined with towering Italian cypress trees.
As we crested a hill, the mansion exploded into view – an intimidating palace of glass and shining marble. Water flowed down a tiered fountain, sunlight bouncing off a pool large enough to sail a boat in.
Holy fuck.
I blinked, suddenly feeling...small.
My gawking was interrupted when a maid appeared from the mansion. Fuck. The mansion was huge. I mean I know mansions should be huge, but…this was enormous.
And different from the mansion I knew years ago. It had undergone some change and was much more beautiful.
The maid, on the other hand, was petite, with pale skin and brown eyes that matched short brown hair. I watched her greet Mr. Thorne with a bow before she turned to me.
“Welcome, ma’am. I’m Virginia, the housemaid and I'll help you with your things now.”
Oh... I was suddenly grateful that my luggage wasn't too heavy. It was just three bags.
“Thank you, Virginia. My name is Evie.”
She smiled before helping with two of the luggage pieces. I carried the last one.
I briefly wondered why she didn't help with Mr. Thorne’s single briefcase but maybe that was the norm.
My jaw dropped again once we got in.
Polished concrete floors gleamed beneath my feet. They reflected the sleek lines of the dark brown furniture. Expensive, dark brown furniture.
I trailed my eyes from the plush leather chairs to the vast space that seemed to stretch to eternity.
The rest of the space was dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a beautiful view of… gardens?
The sunlight that shone from the window cast a soft glow on the curated art collection that adorned the white walls.
This was simply breathtaking.
