Page 5 of Uriah's Orbit
Touch the sky above
Pull me down again
And never let me go...
Part II
The Story
Uriah
Iwhistled in appreciation.
“Wow. This is nice.”
Noah snorted. “This is what happens when you suddenly reveal you have fifty mil in the bank and a hot boyfriend to convince you to spend a bit of it.”
Laughing, we walked in the front as the doorman held the door open for us.
He smiled and nodded to us. “Going up to Mister Marcus’ and Mister Chase’s apartment?”
“We are,” Noah said. “How did you know?”
“Mister Chase called down and told me there were going to be a dozen or more of you coming to visit.”. Pointing down the hall, he waved us on. “They’re on the twenty-eighth floor. Take one of the last two elevators. Those are dedicated to floors twenty to thirty.”
Good grief, they had dedicated elevators.
Noah hit the button and stared at his reflection in the doors. His eyes slid over to mine and stared at my reflection, then back to his, and back to mine.
“Yeah, N, we’re still identical twins.”
“I have to shave my beard,” he grumbled.
“We look better with one.”
“Then stop wearing contacts!”
“You’re ridiculous. You wear the glasses.”
“Ugh,” he said as the doors opened.
He pressed the button for the twenty-eighth floor and watched as the doors closed again.
“Ready for your ribbing?” I asked.
“Dude, come on. Don’t.”
“You have the best stories,” I pleaded.
“I have the absolute worst dating record in the history of dating records and you all use that for your amusement.”
We did rib him. A lot. “But it’s funny. This stuff just doesn’t happen in real life.”
“No, it happens in my life. Sadist.”
“Masochist.”
He ran a hand through his slightly-longer-than-mine hair. “God it’s true. I should just stop dating and become a nun.”
