A couple of hours later, Emmett and I hit up our favorite local bar we have few drinks before going to the address Royal gave me. Getting out the cab, paying the cabman before running out into the rain.
"Whoa Beau look at this place!" Emmett says eyes the huge glass tower. Despite the dreary storm, the building looked magnificent. The 500 ft tall building, shining like a beacon of luxury and, oddly, sadness in the mist of the nightly storm. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sight of it; as if being in toppled its daunting presence.
"Well, Royal did say the name of this place was named Luxury Apartments. I guess it lives up to it." I said as we both made our way into the building. Upon entering the lobby, my eyes went wide; we were standing in the exquisite and expensive lobby. Exquisite paintings were hung on the wall, went well with fancy furniture.
"This is…" I began to say but to be only interrupted by Emmett.
"This place is awesome!" he yelled, inversely causing a few tenants to look our way. While they harshly whispered to one another; I lowered my head, feeling as if any second, I would melt into a puddle of embarrassment.
I guess after Emmett's little outburst. We attracted the attention of some of the staff. One immediately walked toward us with a plastered friendly smile.
"Excuse me sirs? Are you lost?" The concierge asked.
"Um n-no. Sorry about my friend, he just a little excited. Hi, I was hoping for some help, I was expected to be living here with my fiancee. "
"And who may that be sir?"
"Alice." I gulped as I spoke the name a second time. "Alice Cullen."
Immediately the crowded lobby went silent, and all eyes were on me. The concierge looked as if he had just been hit by lightning, the man's gaped at the realization of what I just said. Quickly pulling himself together, straighten out himself.
"Oh, you must be Mr. Beaufort Swan. We've been expecting you. Forgiving me for asking but may see some identification?" Pulling out my drivers' license I hand it to the man as he scans it. "You're all set, Mr. Swan. Allow me to take you up to your and your friend to your apartment. "
"That won't be necessary fancy man, I'm about to leave," Emmett said putting his hands in his pockets.
"What Emmett, you're leaving so soon? Why don't you come up and check out the apartment?"
"Nah, don't cramp your sexy time with Alice. Besides " He said before pulling me into a massive bear hug. "I got to go to work early tomorrow."
I felt a bit sad when he released me from the bone-crushing bear hug. Emmett was my best friend in the entire world I wish we didn't have to part so suddenly. "Hey don't look so sad, dude. We can always hang out whenever you're not busy or on Chili Fries Fridays at the usual spot, okay?"
"Ok. But you sure it's safe for you to walk home by yourself in the rain?"
"Dude I'm 6'5'' and I'm some packing serious guns." He said flexing his massive arms, "Who in their right mind is going to mess with me?"
"But what if you get sick?"
"If I may Mr. Swan, " the concierge interrupts. "I could have your friend here escorted home in one of our limo's. Free of charge of course. "
Taken aback, I was completely dumbfounded. While Emmett was smiling from ear to ear; his face lit up like a kid opening up his presents on Christmas.
"Well, I guess you got a ride home Emmett," I said still in a state of shock.
"You bet, I do! C'mon…What's your name?"
"Carl, sir. "
"Well Carl lets head to the limo. Later Beau, call me once you're done the horizontal tango with your girl." He said tugging a blushing Carl the concierge towards the exit. Feeling even more embarrassed than when than when I came in; then I realized I didn't know which floor the apartment was located on. But luckily Carl had come back a couple mins after making sure Emmett was secure and escort me up to Alice's apartment.
"Here you are Mr. Swan, the Saffron penthouse," Carl said handing me a single key.
"If there is anything else you require please don't hesitate to call. I hope you enjoy your stay here and please give Ms. Cullen my regards." He spoke cheerfully as he left, while I tried my best not to be annoyed as I set the key into the slot "Oh! Congratulations on your engagement! Ah to be young and in love!"
"Yeah, thanks. " I said with the best fake enthusiasm, I was capable of mustering. After Carl turned the corner, I breathed a sigh of relief. He appeared to be a nice guy, but he was obviously just being kind due to my association with Alice. Hesitant I enter; apparently Alice is kind of a huge deal around here or anyone who has heard of her, except me. I didn't really know who she was when we first met, but then again I was drunk. However, a week later after, I found out, and that's when things got complicated.
Alice Cullen. The famous billionaire fashion mogul who took over the industry seemly overnight. Other than her business, philanthropist and investment ventures; not much is known about her. She is mysterious as she is beautiful. And as of three months ago, she and I are engaged after I bumped into her while I was walking back home from a bar. That's when all this started.
Taking off my shoes and coat; I took a look around the luxurious penthouse. If you could even call it that, this place was extravagantly huge and well designed. It was as if, I was in standing in an actual house. The dining room was, in lack of better term, huge. A large white comfortable looking couch sat proudly in the middle of it; while a roaring fireplace was going.
"This place must have cost a fortune. Why'd she buy this place?" I wonder aloud, as looked around unaware of the other presence that entered the room.
"Well, that's a silly question?" A feminine voice said; quickly spinning around I came face to face with my fiancee, who wore a small black robe. This was the same person who was using me for her own personal gain; as I was with her. The same person, who basically tricked me into entering this fake engagement contract, the same person who pulls childish antics just to annoy me every single day. My fiancee, Alice Cullen…
"I bought it just for us, Beaufort, " she said walking towards me, eyes full of playful intent. A mischievous smile gracing her lips, as she leans in toward me. My heart started beating fast either from plain annoyance or because she was so close. Regardless she pushed me toward the couch, sat on my lap, and then she purred. "Don't you like what you see? "