Amelie’s POV
We headed back upstairs to our penthouse, and I grabbed the pie that Trudy had baked from the kitchen. Nathan grabbed the ice cream, plates, and forks.
“Yum-o,” Zander said. “I swear I’m going to weigh 350 lbs if Trudy keeps feeding us like this.”
“Well, once you have clearance, you can use the home gym or swim laps in the pool,” Nathan stated.
“We have a gym and a pool?” Zander’s eyes went wide. “Dang, how much money do you have?”
Nathan chuckled, “A lot.”
“Yeah, the stock market over here is loaded,” Dante mused. “He could probably buy his own country.”
“Really? That’s so cool,” Zander said while scarfing down his pie.
“Well, technically, I don’t own a country, but I do own an island,” Nathan smirked.
“You own an island?” I looked at him, shocked.
“Yes,” Nathan rep
