Page 59 of Flawed

"How did you get fresh clothes?" I inquire.

Arrogance lights up his face. His lips twitch. "Did you forget I'm rich? I snapped my fingers."

"Ha ha!"

"Get ready," he orders again.

"You're really bossy."

He grins. "That's good since I pay the wages. Now go."

I ask, "Can you tell me where we're going? So I know how to dress."

"Wear something comfortable. Don't worry about makeup and all that," he says.

Bewildered, I take a quick shower, put on my sweatpants and a long-sleeve shirt. I throw a zippered hoodie over it, toss my hair in a ponytail, then slide into my sneakers.

I return to Massimo and ask, "Are you sure it's okay to wear these clothes?" I've never been dressed down around Massimo before.

He glances at me then rises. "Perfectly fine. Let's go."

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?"

He smirks. "Nope."

"You're mean," I whine.

He chuckles and leads me out of the building and into his SUV. We drive to the other side of town and pull up to a newer building.

"Where are we?" I ask.

His lips twitch. "Oh no, you don't. You got a few more minutes before you know what's going on."

I tilt my head. "Seriously?"

"Yep." He steps out of the car and reaches in to help me out. We go into the building and through security, then up to the fifteenth floor.

We get out of the elevator and go down the hall. Massimo opens a door, and we enter a condo.

The place is huge. It's a three-bedroom, open floor plan. There's a small den, and it has a big bedroom suite with its own bathroom. Everything's brand new, and the entire front is glass, overlooking the city.

"Wow! This is beautiful. But why are we here?" I question.

"But do you really like it?" Massimo asks.

I glance around again. "Of course I do! Why wouldn't I like this? This is gorgeous. Anybody would love to live here. Is this one of your new investment places?"

Satisfaction fills his expression. He dangles keys in front of me, answering, "Not anymore."

I freeze. "What do you mean?"

"This is your new place," he declares.

I gape at him. "What are you talking about?"

He reveals, "I was going to sell it, but you can consider it my baby gift."

I nervously laugh. "A baby gift? Are you crazy? This is worth more than any gift anyone would give somebody for a baby."

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