Estelle's POV
“Babe, where are you? I’ve been waiting for hours.” Brandon complained into the phone. I pressed my phone between my shoulder and my ear, while I paid the cab.
“Calm down, babe.” I said. “I’m in front of the apartment, already. Are you that hungry from me, hm?”
I smirked, turning away from the cab to walk up towards the building, my heels clacking against the pavement. He grunted out a petulant reply,
“Of course. I’m f*****g starved and sexually frustrated, babe. You agreed to come over three hours ago, but here you are, just showing up.”
I sighed loudly, pressing the elevator buttons and stepping in the moment the doors slid open. I tapped on the floor level I was heading to and turned to face the elevator mirror, fixing my appearance, even though I already looked perf
