Devilish Affection [18+]

6- The Key Had Arrived.

Betty laughed. "A year. Holy shit."

My eyes widened at Laura. "Who is it?" I asked and she looked at me confused. "You were at the supermarket as well and you were talking on the phone when I got on the bike and when I walked in, you instantly knew me, I saw the recognition in your eyes-" I was rambling at the thought of being stalked to another level. "And the door man was speaking a different language, communicating with you through your ear pieces, so-"I let out a deep sigh. "Tell me who's sending me the money and who paid for the penthouse?"

Laura remained calm even as I could feel my heart racing in my chest. "You've paid for the penthouse yourself, Miss Brooks. We have your ID, and your payment plan. As for the money you speak of, I have no idea what you are on about."

Betty pulled on my hand, grabbing the keys from the desk. "Let's go check it out."

"I don't think we should." I said but she didn't listen as we waited for the elevator. "There's no way some person is spending this much money on me."

Betty stood inside the empty elevator and I walked in besides her, watching as Lauran glanced at me over her shoulder as the doors closed. "He or she is probably rich. Can we make a deal right now?" She stretched her hand out for me to shake. "If it's a woman, I get to have her?"

I laughed, shaking her hand as the elevator moved since she had pressed the button for the penthouses. "Take whoever it is. I'm not in the right mental state to entertain people."

She wrapped her arm through mine. "And Alex? You know he came yesterday to work but you weren't there. He was asking about you."

"Alex is a friend."

"A friend that you find cute."

"He walked me home and I found that cute as well." I smiled, my face heating up as she pulled my cheeks, saying how cute I was.

Betty was a couple of years older than me but acted more immature and I loved it. She reminded me that I was nineteen years old and not a fifty year old woman trying to live life by the minute.

The elevator doors opened and we walked out together as she scanned the five doors before heading towards the one on the left  furthest away from the others. "Do you think we'd find a pot of gold inside as well?" I asked, the excitement that I had kept buried, slowly rising up inside of me as she unlocked the door with the gold key.

"You open it." She pulled her hand back from the gold door knob. I stepped in front of her and twisted the handle around, before opening the door.

We both froze in the doorway. Ceiling to floor windows greeted us, letting the sunshine in brightly. The floor was a beautiful dark wooden floor with a massive L shaped soft couch in the middle of the room. The kitchen was connected to the open space floor. A wooden table with six chairs was placed in the dining area and I could see a huge TV hung on the wall.

"I'm afraid my shoes will dirty the place." Betty said.

"You said we should see it. We saw it."I pulled the door close again and quickly locked it as she nodded. "Let's just go home. You know we're going to start dreaming big if we stay here for another second."

"I'm already thinking of what I'd wear if my husband suddenly died."She ran her hands through her hair as we both walked back to the elevator and stepped inside. "It would be nothing by the way so I can fuck the woman he would cheat on me with."

"And here I was thinking of how I'd lay on the couch, watching Titanic, and eating a tub of ice cream with junk food around me." I chuckled as the doors closed.

"Let's get ice cream, some food and just lay on your couch and watch that." She rested her head on my shoulder. "It would have been nice to divorce a rich man in that penthouse." She sighed dramatically as we walked out, arm in arm, past the reception and out the doors, ignoring the doorman who followed us with his eyes until we walked out around the corner, acting like rich spoiled brats as we pointed to everything we would buy one day.