Page 52 of Mr. Big Mistake
“Talk soon. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I hung up the phone feeling more nervous than ever before. So, I decided to throw myself into work. Hopefully, my father didn’t dig deep enough to figure out the real reason why it all took place. Because I’m pretty sure he’d kill me himself if he ever found out. You know, before killing Brenden.
“Damn it,” I murmured.
I opened up my laptop, and there were a plethora of issues I had to deal with on the business end of my life. I set myself up at the desk and worked until the sun set, then eventually crawled into bed. I wasn’t hungry. I was much too anxious to think about food. But, I wasn’t sure if Brenden had gotten back or anything. I knew he was home come morning, though.
The smell of coffee lifted me from my dream state and ushered me into the kitchen.
“Wow,” I whispered.
The white granite countertops were speckles with flakes of silver and black. The stainless steel appliances looked like they’d never been touched in all their years of existence. The breakfast nook sat in a little triangular alcove with a window that gazed out over Vegas, and the sun rising streamed through those windows perfectly. I took another giant whiff of the intoxicating scent of dark brew coffee. Then I meandered over to the pot and rummaged around for a mug. And after fixing myself a strong cup, I turned to face the kitchen island.
Only to find freshly-baked croissants on a silver tray. Still warm from the oven.
“My God,” I groaned.
I walked over and plucked one from the stack only for a note to fall at my feet. So, I set the croissant down and picked up the small piece of paper with my name on it.
Kelly,
I’m genuinely sorry for everything. Including the fighting, we’ve been doing. The things I’m saying out of anger and frustration are things no one ever deserves to have said to them. Or about them, for that matter. I want to make this next month as easy on you as possible, so let me know what I can do if anything.
In the meantime, I’m having dinner brought to the condo for us tonight. We can eat together, crack jokes, and find our way back to being friends. Like we were before this all began.
I’ll see you after work,
Brenden
A smile drifted across my face before I laid the note down on top of the island. I snatched my croissant up again and went to go sit at the breakfast nook, allowing myself to gaze out over sun-drenched Las Vegas. I took my time sipping my coffee, and I devoured four of those damn croissants before I stopped myself. I couldn't start tacking on weight now. I had to still model my own fashions for the website, which meant I had to fit into those clothes that had already been tailored to me.
“I’ll have more of you tonight after dinner,” I murmured.
Then, I topped off my coffee and decided to meander around the condo.
The hallway from the living room to the kitchen sported two bedrooms, each with their own bathroom. The living room was massive. Easily the size of my entire apartment I shared with Roxy. The floor-to-ceiling tinted windows reminded me of the penthouse Brenden booked for us back when the plan was still a good one. And as I walked toward the thick glass, I let myself drink in the picturesque landscape that stretched on for miles.
Then, I set my sights for the stairs.
Slowly, I padded up the black steps. Matte black, to be exact. It contrasted all of the sleek white the condo was adorned with, and it made the staircase a feature design in the entire place. On the far side of the living room, opposite the kitchen, it slowly walked up to a lofted portion of the condo. As I walked down the only upper hallway afforded to me, my jaw hit the floor.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
I only took five or so steps down the hallway before it completely opened up. And it opened up into a massive room that was severed into sections. Glass wrapped around the entire top portion, making the room entirely exposed to Vegas. Not that anyone could see up here anyway, due to its tint. But, still, the view was breathtaking. In the middle of the room sat a massive four-poster bed. I didn’t know how big the damn thing was, but it was much, much bigger than my bed downstairs. Over in the corner sat an ornate, black matte desk. Decked out with a desktop, a computer tower, a printer, a scanner, and all the things a working man could ever need. And directly to my left as I walked into the room was a glass wall completely tinted out in black.
However, walking around it exposed the massive chunk of the room that had been set aside for the bathroom. And somehow, it was even more exquisite than the one downstairs.
“What in the world?” I asked.
The countertops of the double vanity matched mine downstairs. But, that was the only thing that matched. The claw-footed tub sat against the windows, so someone could bathe and stare out over Vegas at the same time. There was a raised portion of flooring at the foot of the tub that carved out a square three people could easily stand inside with elbow room. And above? Another waterfall shower head.
“This is insane,” I whispered.
I didn’t know what would come for Brenden and myself. I didn’t know if we’d ever be able to get back to being ‘just friends.’ What I did know, however, was this:
I was definitely going to enjoy my stay in his luxurious condo.
