Jerome
WE WALKED through Pierce’s living room without turning on a light, but I flipped them on in the kitchen.
Lily stopped halfway and made a circle, admiring the modern design. "Pierce’s house is so huge."
I hated she found something of my cousin’s appealing, but I reminded myself when she got a view of my penthouse, it’d wow her as well. Even more so when I told her she could change anything about it she wanted. I’d do anything to get Lily in my penthouse nightly—and daily—once construction finished.
They’d almost finished the changes to the design, and I hoped to be in it by Christmas.
"Does he really need all this space?" she asked, and I grew smug. It’s possible she didn’t like the extravagance of it all. My penthouse was large, but not as ostentatious as Pierce’s family home.