I feel like I’m watching my surroundings through someone else’s eyes, my entire body running on autopilot as Julian sets my bags down on what I suppose will be my bed for the time being. The spare room in his penthouse is ostentatious, to say the least. Hardboard floors covered by a white, faux fur rug lay underneath a luxurious king-size bed, an ottoman, a single sofa and a lounge sofa, all decorated in shades of white and grey with a jaw-dropping panoramic view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows. This entire room is bigger than my whole apartment was. I can’t understand why one person needs all this space. If I were living here, the overwhelming amount of space would just make me feel lonely.
“Are you hungry? You probably haven’t had a chance to eat. I could call Brian or
