Chapter 28

Kylie's POV


I almost forgot about my headache. It was slowly subsiding. I'm definitely never drinking again.
"Good morning Kylie. Did you have a swell evening? How is the hangover?
I scoffed.
"Who the hell gave you the right to manhandle my underwear?" I snarled, my tempers rising.
He released a breathy laugh.
"I did not manhandle them. I packed them away neatly. And stop being so modest, I remember how much you loved it when I ripped them off that delicious body of yours."I blushed completely. I'm pretty sure that even my ears are red.
"So, is my stuff all here?" I asked, changing the topic. I was really embarrassed at the moment and didn't need to remember those memories.
"That is correct. Any other queries?"
I paused a moment.
"Yeah. I actually do. Mind telling me where the heck I am?" I inquired, taking a peek out of the curtain.
It was just way past sunrise, and the sun's rays danced on the surface of the Hudson River in the distance. There was minimal traffic along the road below, and the surrounding buildings all seemed so posh.
"Upper East Side."
I had a hunch. "Hmm. Fancy." I said in a sing song voice.
"So how much is the rent?"
The audacity! It's kind of ironic how I had done the same to Sara a few minutes ago.
He chuckled lightly.
"Don't worry about that. I'll see you at the office tomorrow, seven sharp." Then the call ended.
I called her back.
"Took you long enough. So, what did you find out?
She gasped very audibly.
"Nice! That's sweet. You know, I really think that he still loves you."
"Well," I began, exiting the room.
"I found out where my new apartment is; Upper East Side. Some posh neighborhood.
I scoffed, walking down the small corridor, surveying it. There was another door adjacent to the one I had just exited
"I doubt that. I'm pretty sure he has a long list of fuck buddies. His last secretary being of them." I rambled, to going to open the door. It was another bedroom, probably a guest one.
"Typical billionaire. So, how big is the condo?"
The room wasn't really as big as mine. "It's huge! And I don't even have to pay rent." I bragged happily, taking the stairs down to the living room.
"We are totally having a house warming party there." She chirped. I could already imagine her planning everything.
Some bits of my furniture were scattered all over the place. Maybe Mark isn't really a bad guy.
"Slow down, Sara. This is a really fancy schmancy neighborhood, I don't think the snobby people here would appreciate that. But, we can have a get together just the two of us."
"I like the sound of that." She squealed happily
I was now by the double door fridge, trying to find something to eat. It was filled to the brim, food galore
I took out a tub of strawberry yogurt.
"I'll let you go for now. Bye Sara."
"Bye Kylie."
Now that I wasn't talking on the phone, there was pin drop silence in the apartment
My new home.It felt good being in the luxurious shower, with the head spraying hot water all over my body, tantalizing my muscles.
I closed the faucet, stepped out of the shower and wrapped a clean white towel around my small frame.
It was Monday morning, my least favorite time of the week.
My chosen outfit for the day was a white formal dress, paired with white flats. It wasn't too short, ending just above my knee and it was a bit tight.
No slacks for you, Mark
Fifteen minutes later I was in the elevator, headed for the ground floor. Edward had notified me he was waiting for me downstairs. How he had gotten my number, I don't know.
The usual black Escalade was parked by the curb, with Edward holding the door open for me.
"Morning, Edward. How was your weekend?" I asked, taking a seat and buckling my belt.
"Good morning, Kylie." He smiled, gesturing me to hop in.
He shut the door, and got in the driver's seat.
"Probably not as eventful as yours. Are you liking the new environment?"
The engine roared to life, and soon we were entangled in the New York traffic. Another reason to hate Monday mornings.
"Very much so, Edward Do you mind if I call you that?"
He glanced at me through the view mirror.
"Of course not, you can call me whatever you are comfortable with."
I smiled politely, fixing my gaze on the rushing objects outside.
"I told you Mr Johnson wasn't a bad guy."
I kept silent for a bit.
"I guess not."
If only I had known I was severly wrong about body yours.