Chloe knew what he was thinking and she couldn’t suppress the smirk on her face that screamed such satisfaction of her actions. Especially knowing how he might be feeling. After all, she did pretty much just leave him with a raging hard on, teasing him and making him have to wait. Deciding she had had enough to drink earlier at the reception, she forewent any more drinking of the champagne. At least for now. It’d be a different story post-coitus.
The limo stopped in front of a gallery with the initial of her first name, dot, her last name. It read ‘C. Mikhaelson.’ The first floor was her gallery, the second floor was her studio and the third was her penthouse apartment. It was a building that she paid for from her trust, a business she started from the ground and everything furnished by her own taste, walls painted in her apartment all by her. It took her six months to have it completely ready to move into and live in before she worked on setting up her art business. The success she had from her first gallery viewing as well as being the daughter of esteemed billionaire, Wayne Mikhaelson, she was kind of the shit for an up and coming artist who seemed to have it all.
She thanked her driver before bidding him a good night, that his services wouldn’t be needed anymore at least not by her terms and she got out with Jeff, taking the unopened bottle of Dom in her hand and letting him have his fill with the opened one. She led him to the building, soon standing before it and she put in a key access code, making sure he didn’t see. She might be drunk but she wasn’t about to let her life’s work and dream be corrupted and ruined by a potentially good lay. The door opened and they were let into a foyer, another door leading into the gallery and an elevator in the foyer. She walked to it and pressed the button, the doors sliding open and allowing them entrance before pressing the button that said ‘PH.’
The elevator doors opened into a foyer on the third floor with a door that led into her apartment. Just a safety precaution so no one could just go right into her apartment without her permission. She unlocked the door and let him in before walking in after, shutting the door and locking. She discarded her wrap and her purse, placed the unopened Dom in the fridge and then sat down on the counter, starting to take her heels off. She sighed a deep sigh as one was taken off, her feet feeling like they could breathe again. Chloe loved what heels did to her legs and her posture but man, whoever invented them hated feet specifically and wanted them to die.
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