And she did. Aniya James did stay.
She spent that weekend with him, at his penthouse. They watched movies and took walks in the private garden owned by the apartment residents. Anyone hardly visited it.
"Tomorrow is a workday, so I should get going," she reminded him jokingly on Sunday morning after breakfast. This time it got easier for her because he had arranged some clothes in her size, including a pair of denim pants, T-shirts, undergarments, skirts, and sleepwear.
Right now, she was wearing an Olive color t-shirt along with denim shorts.
"Why did you buy all these clothes?" she said looking down at her shorts, "You didn't need to do it. I wasn't stealing your t-shirts!" she said with a teasing grin and winked.
"Then maybe move your stuff here," he suggested to her with a shrug. Aniya still couldn't afford to buy enough clothes right now.
