Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Alexandra merely waves at me with a big smile on her face.
“You got it girl. Remember what I said: tonight’s the night for a diamond ring!”
I merely wave again and clatter down the stairs to the front door of the apartment building. My heart leaps when hearing her words, but then plummets because I’m not sure that getting married is right for me just yet. Wait a minute, what am I thinking? I’m dating a handsome billionaire who adores me, and he’s a good doggy daddy. I should count my blessings because when is a chance like this going to come around again?
Once outside on the sidewalk, I see the black Rolls Royce parked at the curb and immediately scurry over.
“Sorry,” I say hurriedly while opening the door and sliding in. “I just finished getting ready.”
Rev’s in the backseat, and I’m surprised again by how large he is. The backseat of the Rolls Royce is huge, but somehow, it seems like the car is too small for him. As usual, my boyfriend is insanely handsome, with ebony hair brushed off his forehead, piercing blue eyes, and a square jaw that looks chiseled from granite. He’s wearing a dark suit, with a snowy collar which shows off his tanned skin. Yet, the look on his face makes him seem a tad less handsome, if you ask me. He’s got a slight scowl and his dark brows are drawn down in slashes.
“It’s fine. You’re not too late,” he says in a slightly irritated tone. “Let’s go, Rufus,” he directs the driver.
The Rolls pulls away from the curb and I smile brightly at him.
“So where does your friend live?”
Rev looks down at his phone but doesn’t answer.
“Rev,” I repeat. “Where are we going? Westchester? Brooklyn? Chelsea?”
He turns and fixes me with a slightly condescending look.
“Cat, do you really think I have any friends who live in Westchester or Brooklyn?”
I cock my head at him.
“Why, what’s wrong with Westchester or Brooklyn?”
Rev shrugs and looks down at his phone again.
“It’s just that those places are the boonies, and people really only live there because they want to save money. My friends can afford to live in Manhattan. Why not?” he asks.
I stare at him again.
“But it doesn’t sound bad to want to save money, even if you’re really rich,” I say slowly. “I mean, even though I do okay for myself, I still like to shop sales and look for bargains. It’s called being frugal, and smart with saving.”
He shrugs again.
“Well, on my dime, you won’t have to wait for a sale ever again. We can afford to pay full price.”
I stare at him, about to say something about how Westchester and Brooklyn are very nice places to inhabit. In fact, there are people who are multi-millionaires who live in expensive townhomes and sprawling estates in Westchester and Brooklyn, so they’re hardly poverty-stricken areas. But I bite my lip because my heart leaps at the Rev’s insinuation that in the future, we’ll be together and I’ll never have to shop a sale again. That means he’s going to provide for me, right? Was Alexandra right? Is he thinking of proposing tonight?
But we lapse into silence as the car barrels through the narrow Manhattan streets, and finally, we pull up before a gleaming apartment building. It’s got a circular driveway, and the building itself is made out of solid, expensive-looking granite. A doorman leaps forward to open the door for me once we come to a stop, and I get out onto a fancy, cobblestoned drive.
Rev takes my arm, and leads me into the bright lights of the lobby.
“Mr. Randler,” the concierge says in a courteous tone. “Welcome back.”
Rev grins and shakes his head.
“No, I’m not that Mr. Randler. I’m the other one.”
The concierge looks surprised but merely nods his head without commenting. As we walk further into the lobby, I poke Rev and ask, “What was that about? Why aren’t you Mr. Randler?”
He grins and turns to me, blue eyes flashing.
“Well, the host of this party is also named Randler, actually.”
I squint.
“Oh that’s a coincidence. Randler’s an uncommon name, but I guess it’s not that uncommon either.”
He nods.
“Yeah, you’ll see. It’s a surprise, sweetheart.”
He guides me across the sparkling lobby floors to a pair of gold elevator doors.
“So I’ll be meeting your friends right?” I say. “Is this other Randler having a ton of people over?”
Rev is mysteriously silent, although he grins with a devilish look in his eye. The door opens, saving him from answering.
“Come on sweetheart,” he says, ushering me into a gilded box. But he won’t say more as the elevator begins its ascent, and I’m confused. What’s so mysterious on Valentine’s Day?
When the doors open again, my gorgeous boyfriend takes my elbow in his hand and guides me to what appears to be the only door in the hallway.