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Trevor shows me his ID along with a Crown and Black “peripheral employee” card before opening the car door for me.
“Right this way, Ms. Yamagu?—”
“Fumi,” I smile. “Just Fumi is fine. If you want to do last names, I’ll insist on using yours.”
He chuckles. “My last name is Polish and makes even my tongue cramp. Let’s stick with first names.”
“Perfect,” I laugh, slipping into the back seat.
Oh my…this is living. Sumptuous, buttery leather seats. Smooth jazz coming from hidden speakers. A minibar, complete with fresh ice, crystal tumblers, and a cocktail shaker.
A girl could get used to this.
I’m making small talk with Trevor, so I don’t notice where we are until the car glides to a stop.
“Well, we’re here.”
I frown, turning to peer out the tinted windows as Trevor gets out of the driver’s seat. I’m still frowning as he opens my door for me.
“Uh, Trevor, where are we?”
He turns and nods up at the beautiful brownstone on a gorgeous, tree-lined street.
“We’re home, Miss.”
Trevor escorts me up the steps and opens the front door for me, then leaves me there, letting me enter on my own. The second I do so, my jaw drops and my eyes bulge wide.
What the actual fuck.
The front foyer of Gabriel’s admittedly stunning home is crammed with brown moving boxes: boxes with my name written on them. I yank the tape off one, ripping it open before my lips purse.
It’s filled with books from my bedroom back home. Which I had no intention of leaving. The next box has work stuff. A third is filled with old t-shirts I usually work out or sleep in.
“It’s all there, I promise.”
I whirl at the sound of Gabriel’s voice. “What the fuck is this?”
“Your things.”
I glare at him. “You know what I mean. What is it doing?—”
“You live here now, Fumi.”
“I—” I blink rapidly. “What?”
“You’re my fiancée,” he shrugs, his face expressionless. “It would look odd if we didn’t live together at this stage of our relationship.”
My head shakes slowly. “You went through my stuff?—”
“Technically, I paid people to go through your stuff. They’re very discreet, I assure you.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, call your discreet minions back, because I’m not living here.”
Gabriel looks amused. “It’s not up for negotiation.”
“My father?—”
“Has also been moved, into a very comfortable new apartment five blocks west of here.”
