Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Come on, I’ll show you the place. Although, I’m sure you’ve already seen it before.”
“No, I haven’t.” He snaps his head back. “Drake, never let me come here before.”
“Really?”
“I guess he had his reasons. Like I said, he doesn’t want me to cramp his style with the chicks. I should have brought a bunch of disinfectant.” I scrunched up my face at the thought of all the gross bodily fluids left in the room. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“That could be the reason. Don’t worry. The room has been cleaned and disinfected.” Julian pulls a smile out on one side of his lips. I didn’t think it was possible around me. Maybe this won’t be completely horrible. Then again that little bitty twist of his lips adds to his beauty.
“Thank you.”
“No problem. He’s my best friend, but his habits were a bit much.”
“Yes, they were.” I choke out a laugh. “That’s an understatement.” Julian smirks as he grabs a big box like it weighs absolutely nothing and carries it into the apartment. We walk in and I’m surprised that despite the men moving in and out, the place is immaculate and huge.
“There’s a lot of space for you to study. You can use that desk over there. I have a private office in another room. Your brother used that one there.” He nods toward a medium wooden desk in the corner of the room.
I’m not sure I’ll need it, but I thank him for being so kind. “Oh, thank you.”
“Now, this way to your bedroom.” He takes the lead, and it gives me a moment to observe his handsome figure from behind. Goodness, what the hell does he do when he’s not busting his tail in the hospital because the man is muscular. From head to toe it’s visible even through his clothes. His black tee fits like a second skin, perfectly formed to his frame, making my mouth water.
“This one is mine. We have separate bathrooms, thank goodness.” His tone and snark instantly offend me and even hurt my feelings if I’m being honest with myself.
“Damn, I’m not a messy girl,” I hiss, crossing my arms.
“I was talking about your brother, but I have four siblings. It can be crowded. I believe a house should have as many bathrooms as bedrooms.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. You’ve never seen a house where everyone has to be somewhere at the same time.”
“Pure chaos.”
“How many girls?”
“Luckily, just my mom and my sister, but don’t underestimate us men. We can take up the bathroom for a long time.”
“Gross. Jerking around too much can make you go blind.”
“I have a perfect vision, brat.”
“Yeah, and he sure as hell beat that thing like it owed him money,” Rick said, walking past us.
“Fuck off.”
“You’re the champ. Hey, princess, where do you want all these boxes?”
“I have no idea.”
“Come look at your room and then you can unpack. I have to leave in ten minutes,” Julian says.
I step inside the room that once belonged to Drake, and I’m floored. It’s not what I expected. The walls are pale pink and the dressers are white. What’s most shocking is the bed in the corner of the massive room isn’t mine. “Oh no, you didn’t leave my brother’s bed, did you?”
“No, my mother picked it out. She thought you could use a new one.”
“I can’t afford it.”
“Call it a housewarming present.”
“I can’t believe it.” I look at the headboard and it’s a beautiful white padded board with a quilted pattern.
“Our mom loves doing things like this,” Rick says.
A growl comes from Julian. “Can I have a word with you?” He stares at his brother.
“Sure.” They step out of the room and walk down the hall while I take in the room. It’s gorgeous. It’s pretty much a blank canvas for me to decorate. I can’t believe they painted the walls of the apartment.
I shot my mom a message telling her that I’m here and that I’m unpacking.
“Hey, Julian had to leave, and we’ll be getting out of here shortly, but if you need anything before we go just let us know. Also, there is some food in the fridge. My mom dropped off a lasagna for Julian.”
“Thank you.” I’m sad that Julian didn’t bother to say goodbye, but I knew he had to work. About fifteen minutes later, Rick and the other guys leave the apartment, handing me the keys and telling me that Julian left the passcode on the fridge.
I walk into the kitchen and take a look around. Seriously, this looks like a well-established doctor’s pad, not a resident’s place. I love it, but damn, how can they afford it? I’m going to have to get a job and chip in. My brother must have given Julian a pretty penny for this place. I can’t let him continue to foot the bill.