want her to run straight to me. I want to be there for her. I want to soothe her heart, to wipe her tears, to feel her joy. I have so much inside me that I want to tell her. So much that needs to be said. But she traps me with those big green eyes and I am putty. I want her with me, away from here and away from him.
“Your wish is my command.” I tell the driver to take us to the airport and text Nina so she can let the plane know we are coming and we are off. Away from Sophie’s pain, away from Sophie’s past.
Chapter 8
Almost the moment we landed in New York, I lost him. His phone started going crazy, a steady stream of call after call from the moment we hit the ground. But it doesn’t matter because I am just glad to be here, glad not to have to go home to my little, dark apartment. I have never been to New York, this is my adventure. I have a pocket full of cash, a leave of absence from the paper, thanks to Mary, and Rhys, my white knight, sitting next to me. Darkness shrouds building after building as we glide effortlessly along the streets of Manhattan. The city hides in the dark and I am left with views of tree lined streets, shining under bright street lamps. Drawn drapes and lingering silhouettes dance down block after block until we come to a stop in front of a beautiful old brownstone along a dark and quiet street. Waiting for Rhys to end his call, I crane my neck and spy the gargoyles hanging from the corners of the squat three story building. He clears his throat and pulls my attention away from the shadowed, tree lined street.
“Here we are, Beautiful. Let’s get you upstairs.” He pulls me from the car and leaves his driver to unload our bags.
I barely register my surroundings before I am swept up a flight of stairs and laid upon a cloud. When I wake, the sun is prying its way into the room through a cruel slit in the heavy drapes and there is a note on his pillow.
Beautiful Sophie,
Leaving you sleeping so beautifully this morning was a feat of strength.
I wanted to climb over you and slide into your sleeping body, so deeply that you felt me in your dreams. But alas, work called me away. Work is the ugliest and most demanding of mistresses. I am in meetings all morning, but Charlie will bring you to my office so we can have lunch. Enjoy a leisurely morning and I will see you soon. R
My first morning is a lonely morning. I lie in his oversized bed for a long while and take in my surroundings. Rhys’ bedroom. It’s not really a bedroom though, more of a loft maybe. The space is open, but definitely private from the rest of the house. There isn’t much to speak of in his room. A few black and white photographs on the wall of old New York City, a grouping of house plants and indoor trees crowd around the windows of a turret. This building must be old. Exposed brick runs the hall and stairway as I make my way into the main living area. It’s so open and big and raw, so unlike the perfectly manicured residence on Key Biscayne. Shining Parquet floors stretch before me into a cozy sitting area and those lovely turret windows. The space flows right into a large open industrial kitchen with stainless steel, concrete and marble as far as the eye can see. A massive island anchors the kitchen with an iron pot rack floating above head. An old fireplace has been filled in and a group of suede couches gathers around it forming a focal point. The rough edge of the exposed brick and the big soft sofas make for a perfect space to curl up. Bookshelves line the back wall and lead around a corner into a
“Your wish is my command.” I tell the driver to take us to the airport and text Nina so she can let the plane know we are coming and we are off. Away from Sophie’s pain, away from Sophie’s past.
Chapter 8
Almost the moment we landed in New York, I lost him. His phone started going crazy, a steady stream of call after call from the moment we hit the ground. But it doesn’t matter because I am just glad to be here, glad not to have to go home to my little, dark apartment. I have never been to New York, this is my adventure. I have a pocket full of cash, a leave of absence from the paper, thanks to Mary, and Rhys, my white knight, sitting next to me. Darkness shrouds building after building as we glide effortlessly along the streets of Manhattan. The city hides in the dark and I am left with views of tree lined streets, shining under bright street lamps. Drawn drapes and lingering silhouettes dance down block after block until we come to a stop in front of a beautiful old brownstone along a dark and quiet street. Waiting for Rhys to end his call, I crane my neck and spy the gargoyles hanging from the corners of the squat three story building. He clears his throat and pulls my attention away from the shadowed, tree lined street.
“Here we are, Beautiful. Let’s get you upstairs.” He pulls me from the car and leaves his driver to unload our bags.
I barely register my surroundings before I am swept up a flight of stairs and laid upon a cloud. When I wake, the sun is prying its way into the room through a cruel slit in the heavy drapes and there is a note on his pillow.
Beautiful Sophie,
Leaving you sleeping so beautifully this morning was a feat of strength.
I wanted to climb over you and slide into your sleeping body, so deeply that you felt me in your dreams. But alas, work called me away. Work is the ugliest and most demanding of mistresses. I am in meetings all morning, but Charlie will bring you to my office so we can have lunch. Enjoy a leisurely morning and I will see you soon. R
My first morning is a lonely morning. I lie in his oversized bed for a long while and take in my surroundings. Rhys’ bedroom. It’s not really a bedroom though, more of a loft maybe. The space is open, but definitely private from the rest of the house. There isn’t much to speak of in his room. A few black and white photographs on the wall of old New York City, a grouping of house plants and indoor trees crowd around the windows of a turret. This building must be old. Exposed brick runs the hall and stairway as I make my way into the main living area. It’s so open and big and raw, so unlike the perfectly manicured residence on Key Biscayne. Shining Parquet floors stretch before me into a cozy sitting area and those lovely turret windows. The space flows right into a large open industrial kitchen with stainless steel, concrete and marble as far as the eye can see. A massive island anchors the kitchen with an iron pot rack floating above head. An old fireplace has been filled in and a group of suede couches gathers around it forming a focal point. The rough edge of the exposed brick and the big soft sofas make for a perfect space to curl up. Bookshelves line the back wall and lead around a corner into a
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