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"Let's go, Fiona. Your room's this way."

We climb the staircase and walk into another wide lobby. He pushes a door that opens up to reveal what looks like a luxury suite.

Literally an apartment in a house. Who are these people?

"Wow." It slips from my mouth before I catch myself.

"My suite is next door. Let me know if you need anything. I'll let you settle in."

He bows slightly, turns, and leaves.

As I stroll past the living room, I make my way towards the balcony. A bright yellow potted flower resting on a sleek, slab-like platform catches my attention. After taking in the stunning view, I retrace my steps back into the living room and continue towards a spacious bedroom. Adjacent to the bedroom balcony, a cozy kitchenette sits nestled in the corner.

Do people actually live like this?

Chapter 8

Jason

Aknockonthedoor draws me out of my thoughts.

"It's Richard."

"Come on in."

He strolls into my suite, walks to my bedroom, and hesitates to sit. I button up my T-shirt and turn to my mirror.

"How do I look?"

He rolls his eyes.

"Like you need to be told."

A grin spreads across my face as I reach for a comb from the dressing table. There are only a few things in life that I take pride in, and my stunning hairs are one of them. Approaching my forties, I have yet to encounter the nightmare of a receding hairline or balding. I run the comb through my hair, and it glimmers in the light. As I gaze at myself in the mirror, Richard's eyes meet mine, and we share a fleeting moment of connection.

"Where are you off to?"

"I have to meet with Eva."

Eva called it a date. I wouldn't call it that. Richard exhales. "I know you have questions about Fiona."

Finally, he goes to my bed and sinks into it.

"Who's Fiona and what's she doing here?"

I pause the search for my white Converse sneakers and walk over to the bed, sitting beside him.

"It's a long messy story. I wish I didn't have to tell you, but I'll give you the short version. I met Fiona at Ruthless, we had a good night and I thought we were safe until I ran into her like two weeks after, and she said she… she said she was…"

I clasp my hands and look up at him. His expression is blank.

"She was pregnant. We decided she'd give birth here, take care of the baby for six months and then go back home."

Richard shakes his head and offers a weak smile before looking to the balcony.

"That sucks, especially for her. She must be really shaken up."

He turns back to me with a slight frown.

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