Penthouse Novelas e Histórias

He runs his hand over my waist so I can be closer to him. “What you bought an apartment in Panama last month, you are now officially loco my friend!!!” I say, throwing my hands up in the air in defeat When the elevator doors open on the twenty-second floor, I am stunned by the luxury. It is a duplex penthouse, but it seems less of a building and more of a house. The large living room is light grey with a huge L-shaped brown velvet sofa that faces the large TV nailed to the wall. The room extends to the front of the building overlooking the vastness of the sea. A small kiosk has been added to it.

I don't know, I think I'll continue to fvck this life. He pulled up to a building, and my brows shot up. Condo? Yeah, no. Scratch that. This wasn’t just a condo. The place screamed money. We stepped into a private elevator, and as we rode up, I kept my arms crossed, wary but too exhausted to overthink. When the doors slid open, my breath hitched. This wasn’t just some random apartment. It was a goddamn penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the entire living room, revealing a breathtaking view of the city. The morning sun spilled through, casting golden light over sleek furniture and polished marble floors.

Ronan stayed mostly still, but his arm stayed heavy across the back of the seat behind me, a constant reminder of his presence. No one spoke much. They didn’t need to. The air was thick with what had just happened in that office and what was still to come. When we arrived, the penthouse took my breath away. It was on the top two floors of a private building with views of the entire city. Dark marble, black leather, glass, and steel. Everything was expensive and masculine. There were no soft colors anywhere. It felt like walking into the den of three predators who had finally caught their prey.

"Try not to hack the hotel’s security while I’m gone. It’s a chore to apologize to the management." ​I didn't wait for Marcus to open my door. I climbed out and walked into the hotel, my head held high even as my knees felt like jelly. The penthouse was a sprawling, three-story monument to excess. It was all white marble, gold accents, and floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out over a Central Park that seemed miles away. It was beautiful. It was a cage.

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"So is someone coming to fix this?" "Yes, He should be here soon. Just keep a towel under there until he does."I got to my feet."I can have you moved to a different suite if you like?" "No, I'll stay. I won't be here at the hotel much longer anyway. I bought a house, I'm just waiting to sign the papers." A house!! I expected maybe he would buy a luxury apartment but never a house. That's not really him. He always explained that living in an apartment was more him, houses were for families. He has Penelope mow.. maybe he's thinking about her needs over his.

I quickly opened it and read; is everything set up to give Mel the apartment in the heights district? I owned one of the condo buildings in Mountain Heights, but I didn’t live there. It was a stuck-up neighborhood. The penthouse apartment where I was supposed to live sold for ten million, and they pay almost a five thousand in HOA fees. There were fifteen floors in the building. Levels two to ten had about five to six apartments on each floor, and the HOA fees run about a thousand. The eleventh and fourteen stories hold two apartments, and HOA is about two thousand. The fifteenth floor has the penthouse and its private elevator.

Not in a safe-house, not in a command centre, but in a space that held no purpose other than shelter. The penthouse was sparsely furnished, almost unlived-in. There was a deep sofa facing the windows, a kitchenette of concrete and stainless steel, a door leading presumably to a bedroom. A single abstract painting, a swirl of dark blues and charcoal, hung on one brick wall. It felt like Anton—stark, modern, with a hidden, turbulent depth.

Miss always busy with work is hanging up her stilettos and spoiling her man! The elevator opens on the thirty fifth floor. Directly to his penthouse that is filled with dark green walls. Dark woods and floor to ceiling windows with a view of the skyline. A perfect bachelor pad. I can’t wait to renovate it. I take off my heels walking inside to hear moaning coming from within his home.