Page 68 of The Revenge Plan

She sighed. “Fine. I’ll come with you.”

I couldn’t help but feel elated.

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For the second time, I was back in the same building. This time it was a different apartment. He was right. It was a floor below the penthouse and was smaller, but no less grand. Its style was the polar opposite of Caiden’s. Instead of the black, gray, and charcoal that had dominated his penthouse. This was mostly white and gray. The apartment had a rectangular shape and all the windows of all the rooms faced one side, West. The kitchen and the dining room were one big room, and there was an extensive area that was divided into two living rooms. One big with a fire pit in the middle and a smaller one with a swing chair and an ottoman. It was cute. The kind of apartment I would have lived in back when I was living on my father’s money.

“What do you think?” Caiden asked after I came back from inspecting the bedroom. He was standing next to the two suitcases I had brought.

“Aren’t you afraid that the neighbors will talk?”

“No. The Chaselworths who live in the two apartments next to yours have the same arrangement and they’ve been married for twenty-five years.”

“Good to know.” I had seen them coming in and out of the building, and I would never have guessed they weren’t living together. I had guessed the opposite, in fact, considering that I had seen them attending functions as a couple.

“Julia will come tomorrow morning. You can tell her what you want.”

I nodded. He bade me goodnight and left me alone in the enormous apartment. Julia did come the next day.

“Mrs. Scott,” she had a beaming smile when I opened the door, “I had missed you so much.”

“Same here.” I invited in.

“I never thought I would have to clean this place while someone was in.”

“There’s never been anyone who lived here.”

She shook her head. I had assumed that he had reserved it for one of his mistresses. A part of me was happy to learn that wasn’t the case.

“And I was told that you would also want me to cook for you?”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

She chuckled, “It’s part of my job, I even get paid for it. Only Mr. Scott doesn’t like it when people cook his food.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“What more do you want me to do for you?”

“That’s it.”

She went to work. I made a cup of coffee and was on my way out when I opened the door and was greeted by Bailey.

“Good morning, ma’am.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be with your boss?”

“He sent me to drive you.”

I sighed and took my phone out of my purse.

Me: I don’t need a driver

He responded in a second.

Caiden: Part of the arrangement.

I groaned. Bailey was unfazed, “Ready, ma’am?”

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