When she woke up the next morning, Wade had already left for work. She groggily padded down to the kitchen and fixed herself some cereal, noticing that there was barely any food in the fridge or pantry, there were just bottles of water, a fully stocked wine cellar, some butter and one box of cereal. She made a mental note to go grocery shopping when she had the time, for now, she had to get ready and go back to her apartment to pick up her painting equipments, as well as sort through the things she wanted to donate to charity.
She soaked herself in the bath for thirty minutes and then got ready. Dressed in oversized jeans and a dress shirt, she left Wade’s penthouse and headed downtown to her apartment.
The familiar smell she had known as hers for the past three years greeted her as she
