Cara's pov
When Luca said I was moving into his place, I'd imagined a spacious, comfortable apartment with zero warmth and a city view. I had even gotten a little more creative and conjured up a Hades lair sort of dwelling. Nothing prepared me for the f*****g state of the art penthouse that was thirty times bigger than most people’s apartments.
The moment the elevator dinged open to the foyer, my jaw hit the floor that stretched out in grey marble tiling with white inlays. I basically floated across the foyer like Alice when she first landed in the wonderland, my eyes alight and I moved down the short wide hallway that contained only two openings. The first was an open four-panel pivot patio door that led to a forest-y terrace with an infinity pool.
Holy s**t.
The man had a f*****g
