“Because of the design or because I’m becoming more likable?”
“It’s a combination of both, but more of the latter.” I walked around to the other side, running my fingers along the row of trees that lined the rooftop. “Why did you want to buy this place so badly?”
“What do you mean?”
“There are tons of other abandoned buildings that wouldn’t come with anywhere near the resistance as this one did…”
“I’m sure.” He moved closer and picked up one of the benches. “But none of them are what I promised my mother…”
Silence settled between us for several seconds.
“I told her I’d make The Holden more than the memory of where we used to squat for months,” he said. “It’s where my dad got arrested and sent away for just trying to get us some shelter.”
“Are they still around?” I asked. “Have you told them?”
“If it gets approved, I’ll tell them when I visit their graves,” he said. “I’m sure they’ll be quite happy about it.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be,” he said. “They got to see me become a billionaire and crush everyone who ever hurt us.”
“By chance, does that include the cop who arrested your dad?”
“Of course not.” He smiled. “I would never blacklist him from every agency in this city so hard he had to move elsewhere.”
“I’m sorry for ever starting to think that your ruthless reputation was overblown.”
“You’re forgiven.” He laughed, pulling me against his chest. “We can finish this discussion later, though. You owe me another PR plan for next month, and we also have some unfinished business from last night.”
“I’ll work on the PR plan first then,” I said. “That’s more important than more sex with you.”
“I agree, Chloe.” His mouth crashing against mine made it clear that he didn’t.
THE AGENT
CHLOE
Is this the part when you can finally admit you were wrong about Dante?
Marie
Hell no.
It’s okay to be wrong, Marie. I’ll still love you.
He *might* be turning into a halfway decent person, but I still don’t 100% trust him. And you shouldn’t either…
Close enough.
THE AGENT
CHLOE
On a Monday
“Good afternoon, Miss Sterling.” Sarah smiled at me as I stepped off the elevator. “You’re a bit late for the ceremony.”
“What ceremony?”