#Chapter55
It has the same rich kid décor as most of my ex friend’s places, and the upside is the closeness to the nightlife and the bustling stores. Even though I told myself I wouldn’t be like before, I still want to be somewhere that gives me a choice, near the buzz of New York’s constant energy should I feel like going out sometime.
/"Who owns this place, anyway?/" I nosey at the bedrooms, smiling when Camilla tells me to pick one. I wander into the most feminine and chuck my backpack on the bed haphazardly, eyeing up its clean décor and the hints that this is a male’s place. It reeks of bachelor pad rather than a couple, or even a woman.
/"Just some guy I sometimes fuck. He’s very generous with his houses./" She winks at me and wanders in to flop on the bed in front of me, carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine. /"Celebratory tipple?/" She waves it my way, but I only shake my head. Sighing heavily.
