Page 56 of Wrecked By a Devil

“Is that how much of a workaholic I look like?” He’s holding back his laughter, one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh.

“Yup,” I laugh. “If I were you and I lived in such a nice neighborhood, I would never leave my house.”

“Is that so?” He glances towards me, our eyes meeting for a short second but long enough for my heart to jump into my throat.

I nod, weakly. I still haven’t been able to bring myself back into the real world after everything that happened between us this morning. Never had I ever dreamed of feeling emotions andsensations as deep and overwhelming as I do since I’ve met Zeke. And the best part is that I’m not afraid of how I’m feeling.

We arrive at his building and he parks his car in the underground garage. The place is as luxurious as I imagined it to be, starting from the elevator to the apartment Zeke lives in.

“Woah,” I gasp as he opens the door and we step inside.

He owns one of the two penthouses on the top floor. The place is all dark wood, black marble and floor to ceiling windows that overlook the city. A single chair in this place is probably more expensive than my entire apartment.

“Did you hire an interior designer for this?” I ask, my eyes catching the leather couch on the right that’s facing a gas fireplace.

“No,” he shakes his head. “I actually did it myself.”

“You’re into interior design?” I stop, turning around to face him.

“Yes, why is that so strange?” Zeke laughs.

“I just didn’t picture you as a guy who is into that kind of stuff,” I tease.

“I’m full of surprises, Riley,” He walks over to the stocked bar and brings out a bottle of club soda. He doesn’t say a word as hepours two glasses and places a lemon in mine. “Care for a fancy drink?”

“Oh please,” I take the glass from his hand.

“I have to grab something from my office,” he says. “Make yourself comfortable while you wait.”

With that he disappears down the dimly lit hallway and I hear the heavy office door close behind him, leaving me to admire the view from the tall windows. I can see almost the entire city from up here, and it’s fascinating.

He returns, grabbing me by the waist and placing a kiss on the back of my neck. “Do you want a tour?”

“You’re not in a rush?” I ask, hopeful.

“No,” he shakes his head. “The perks of being my own boss.”

“Then yes.”

The air smells faintly of cedar and his cologne. He takes me down the same corridor where he disappeared earlier, showing me his office, the library, and the two guest rooms. We proceed to follow the stairs to the second floor where he shows me the game room and a home theater. Every single place has the same touch of elegance as the large open space living room.

“Ready for the highlight of this tour?” His hand stops on the doorknob of the last room.

“Is that your pick-up line with girls?” I raise an eyebrow, my eyes squinting at him.

“Actually, no,” He looks away, a small smile dancing on the corner of his lips. “I’m smoother than that.”

“Oh, right,” I laugh. “Sorry.”

Zeke opens the door and I’m once again blown away. The bedroom is much simpler than I expected. Soft white walls, a large king sized bed with crisp white sheets, and light oak furniture that give the room an almost peaceful feel. My eyes linger a little longer than they should on the large bed, thinking of all the things we could do in here, but I force myself to look away before the urge to beg him to fuck me on his white sheets takes over.

Floor to ceiling windows line one wall, letting the city skyline become the only decoration it needs. Everything is perfectly organized, from the spotless nightstands to the neatly folded throw at the foot of the bed. There isn’t a single thing out of place, yet somehow it feels lived in. It feels like Zeke.

“It’s beautiful,” I say, looking around the room. “I expected it to have the same vampire-vibe as the rest of your apartment.”

“Is that what you’re calling my taste for interior design?” He raises an eyebrow. “Vampire-vibe?”

“Well, you did go hard on the dark aesthetics,” I run my finger over the sheets, swallowing hard at the realization of how big the bed is.