Chapter 45: White.
"Wow." She exclaimed, as they walked into his penthouse, her eyes scanning the place. "Troy, this is beautiful! Look at all these paintings. I’ve never seen black and brown look this good. You outdid yourself. Damn!" She exclaimed again, her legs taking her around the sitting room, as she checked out the place, her hands running across the surface of the cushions.
"You have a massive liking for black brown and white themes." She said, glancing at him.
"I most definitely do." He said chuckling nervously, rubbing his palms together.
"Are you cold? You can turn on the heat, if you want." She said, concerned.
"No, no. I’m not cold. It’s just.. let me show you your room." He said, already walking ahead.
Beth stood back with squinted eyes for a while, before going after him, shrugging her shoulders.
"Why do I have a room here? I already have one in the other penthouse." She asked, walking faster so she could catch up to him.
"You have five bedrooms, Beth." Troy said, keeping his voice steady as she threaded her fingers with his. "The one at your home, the one at the golden penthouse, and one each in our respective penthouses." He said firmly, holding her close.
Bethany walked speechlessly beside him, unable to form any words as she let his statement sit in.
These guys were really something.
He took her through a narrow hallway that had a couple of dark doors then stopped before door that was made of opaque glass, designed with intricate patterns.