man I’ve known for two weeks. Even though it feels like I’ve known West for so much longer.
I guess when you spend nearly all day, every day with someone for two weeks, it’s going to feel that way.
It’s like speed-dating on crack. I guess that’s why holiday romances can feel so intense between two people. Maybe that’s why West asked me to come here. He told me that he wasn’t ready to end what we’re doing, but it’s not like he said he wants anything more from me either. Not like that would be a possibility. He lives here, and I live in the UK. Long distance rarely, if ever, lasts. But that’s not what he wants anyway. He’s been clear from the start that relationships aren’t for him.
Anyway, after I reassured Aunt Jenny that West was a trustworthy guy—that being the president’s son, it wasn’t like he was a psycho killer—and I agreed to text her every day to check in and call often as well as give her West’s address, she chilled out and got excited on my behalf about my going to America.
Also, it’s not like I’ll be here forever. We haven’t actually discussed how long I’m staying for, but I figure we’ll just play it by ear.
I guess I’ll go home when we get sick of each other. Not that I imagine ever getting sick of West. But I’m sure I’ll start to drive him nuts after a while, especially as it’s his place I’m staying in and he is used to living alone.
The thought of going back home and not seeing West again causes an ache in my chest, which I squash down.
Focus on the now. The happy. I’m here with him, and everything is fabulous.
Although it was a little bit weird when we arrived at the airport and two Secret Service agents were waiting for us. Well, him. They drove us from the airport to West’s apartment building. I asked West if they just go home now, but he said no. Protection is twenty-four/seven—the guys work on rotation, two at a time—so they’ll hang around.
I didn’t know what hang around meant, and I didn’t bother to ask.
I’m just glad they’re not in the apartment with us because that would be weird.
“Your apartment is gorgeous.” I turn to him, smiling.
“Want the tour?”
“Duh.” I chuckle. “Of course I do.”
“Well, this is the living room, kitchen, and dining room.”
It’s all open plan. I’ve never seen an apartment this big. To be honest, you could fit both floors of my childhood home into this one room. It’s so light and airy with a high ceiling and light wooden floor. There’s a wall of windows with a gorgeous view of the city and glass doors that lead onto a large balcony. There’s a sleek, modern black kitchen with a center island, a dark wood dining table, and cream chairs. The biggest flat screen TV I have ever seen hangs on the wall, and sitting before it are a big U-shaped dark gray sofa with a cream rug and a dark wood coffee table.
“It’s really nice, West.”
“Wanna see the bedrooms?” He winks at me. On anyone else, it’d be cheesy as fuck. On him … soooo hot.
I give him an innocent look and flutter my lashes. “Of course.”
Taking me by the hand, he tugs me along toward the living room area and a door that sits on the same wall as the TV.
“This is the guest room.” He leads me inside.
It’s a decent-sized room, decorated in cream, with cream carpet and white bedding. I would literally be afraid to stay in this room in case I spilled anything.
“It has its own walk-in closet and beyond that a bathroom,” he tells me.
“Fancy.”
“I do try.”
“So, is this where I’m staying?”
He grins at me, showing teeth. “No. You’re staying with me.”
He tugs me back out of the guest room, across the living space to the door across the way, and into an even bigger bedroom. “This is my room. Where you’re sleeping. And having sex. With me.”
“You said having sex. Not fucking.” I slap a hand to my chest. “I am shooketh.”
He chuckles. “Sorry, correction: fucking.”
I walk into his bedroom. It smells of him. That masculine, sexy scent of his, which if bottled, it would sell for hundreds at a time.
The floor is a thick, soft gray carpet that your toes just sink into. The walls are painted dark gray. It kind of reminds me of the color of his eyes. There’s a