Page 108 of Fall I Want
My Mr. Dreamy, I think to myself then smile. He returns the gesture like he knew what I was thinking.
Security stands outside, not allowing anyone to enter that they don’t recognize. Zane gives him a nod. Inside are shiny slick floors, tall ceilings, high chandeliers, and it drips with extravagance.
He guides me to the hallway of elevators and I take in the space as we wait.
The door slides open and as soon as the guy spots Zane, hebreaks into a lighthearted laughter. They’re friends. Close in age too. He has dark hair, bright blue eyes, and is the same height. Definitely not an athlete, though. I have a knack for picking them.
“Damn. Weston, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Zane says, giving him a brotherly hug.
He meets my eyes and immediately introduces himself. “Weston Calloway. And you are?”
“Autumn Travis,” I say, holding out my hand, and he takes it, kissing my knuckles.
Zane’s jaw ticks. “Stop flirting with my future wife, Calloway.”
“If you decide you want someone better...” He laughs, knowing he’s getting under Zane’s skin.
“Someone better exists?” I ask, giving Weston a little attitude.
“Here I am. In the flesh.” He shoots me a wink, then glances at Zane. “I like her. She’sfeisty.”
“You have no fucking idea,” Zane tells him, and I playfully scoff.
“Very nice meeting you Autumn Travis.” Weston checks his watch and inhales. Zane and I step inside the elevator before it bolts upward without us. “You’re staying at the Tower now?”
“Yeah,” Weston explains. “I’m having a dinner party at my place tomorrow night. You both should come.”
“Maybe,” Zane tells him.
“You’re coming. I’ll text you the details,” Weston says as the doors slide closed.
“Would you like to go?” Zane asks, glancing at me. “You can say no.”
“I have nothing to wear,” I explain.
“If there were no barriers, what would your answer be?”
“I’ll go wherever you go,” I say. “If you don’t want to attend, you can say no too.”
“Okay.” Zane grins, grabbing my hand. “I’ll think about it.”
“Who is he?”
“He’s a close family friend, but has been going through a messydivorce. I thought I had it bad with Celine, but then I met Lena. Poor Weston actually married his demon. It’s been a long, drawn-out, super long legal battle. I haven’t seen him at the Tower in years.”
I can tell he’s thinking about something.
“Did they sign a prenup?” I ask.
“Yeah. But he inherited a lot of money after they were married. His ex believes she deserves a portion of it. She’s refusing to move forward with the divorce unless she’s paid billions.”
My mouth falls open. “Shit.”
“I’d give her the cash to never have to speak to her again. Weston’s too stubborn. He said he’ll fight her in court for the rest of his life before he gives her a penny.”
The metal box grows quiet and I glance up at the mirrored ceiling, looking at Zane overhead. He looks up and meets my eyes.
“Would you make me sign one?”
