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“I live in Long Beach, which is about a half hour away from Los Angeles,” I answer him.
“We will be out that way in about two months. You’ll have to show us the sites this time,” Fitz says nudging my shoulder.
He’s trying to keep it friendly and I truly appreciate it. “I can arrange that,” I say with a smile.
We pull up to Fitz’s place and unlike Poppy’s we pull up to the front. Ethen parks and gets out, leaving the engine running. I just follow suit and get out with them. Fitz, keeps his hand on my lower back as we walk into the building, causing my skin to burn. Once inside I don’t know where to look first. It’s stunning with marble floors, beautiful wall treatments and huge sitting areas. There is a guard of some sort that nods at Fitz as we walk toward the elevator. When we step inside, he hits the button for the penthouse and I look at him with wide eyes.
He smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “The perks of being a rock star,” he says.
The elevator brings us right into a hallway that has double doors. He unlocks it and everyone walks inside. I stop short as I enter, my eyes nearly bugging out of my head. This place is colossal, bigger than the museum I visited as a kid. There is no doubt this is the home of a rock star. There are guitars hanging on the wall, album covers framed and a large photo of Renegade hanging next to his marble topped dining table.
I follow the guys, taking in the huge windows and sit down on the black leather couch. Straining my neck to check out all the photos, my heart races seeing his smiling face in the mix of many famous people.
“Hey Brooklyn, wait until you see the roof,” Ethen says as he plops down on the couch. “I’m fucking starving, who’s ordering food?”
Fitz comes out of the kitchen and hands me a bottle of water, which I graciously accept. “Fitz, your home is spectacular.?
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“Thank you. I’ll give you a tour after dinner, if you like,” he says, enveloping me in a hug. “Before I ask them, what do you want to eat?”
It’s simple, it would probably mean nothing to anyone else, but to me it means the world. Asking me what I want, even if it’s just dinner. “I’m not picky, whatever you guys want is good.”
We all end up sitting in the living room waiting for pizza. They tell me story after story about each other and I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard.
“And then Ethen chased me out of the house butt ass naked.”
“Yeah well Ralph, I told you not to mess around with my little sister,” Ethen says, shaking his head.
I laugh so hard I nearly snort. I can’t remember being this comfortable or relaxed either. Which surprises me considering what happened earlier, but they make it hard to remember. You can feel the excitement and energy rolling off of them in everything they do together. Even sitting around, drinking, and telling old stories.
The pizza comes and Fitz just brings it into the living room, just like Hank does at home, making me forget these guys are famous. They come off as if they are just like me. We all eat and they continue to drink. I get to know each of them a little better with every story I hear. Nate is the settling down type, Ralph could be, Ethen definitely isn’t, and Fitz, well the stories I hear are nothing like the guy I know. The sleeping around, the partying, the all-nighters. I guess Nate and Poppy weren’t kidding when they said he never acts this way.
After a few hours, Ethen gets a call and he and Ralph leave to go to a party. I told Fitz I’d go back to Poppy’s so he could go, but he refused. He said he didn’t feel like getting trashed tonight and I’m so glad because I really didn’t want to leave just yet.
“Why don’t we show Brooklyn the rooftop?” Nate asks, jumping off the couch.
Fitz looks at me and I nod my head. “I’d love to see it.”
We go out the side door and take the stairs up to the roof. The wind hits me as soon as we get up there, but holy shit, the view is stunning. I can see the whole city. He’s got sitting areas and a dining table up here, making it feel so inviting. “Wow, this is beautiful.”
“Definitely one of my favorite places. Anytime we are home, I spend a lot of time up here. It’s great for inspiration,” Fitz says, whispering in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
Nate’s phone rings and he excuses himself to answer it. I turn to look at Fitz as he stares out at the millions of lights of the city. “I can see why this is one of your favorite places. I’d spend all my time up here,” I say.
“I’ve never brought any girls up here. I’ve brought them to my place, but never up here,” he says turning his head to look at me.
“You don’t owe me any explanations,” I say and place my hand on his muscular bicep.
“Yeah well, those stories aren’t exactly things I’m proud of. They make me look like an asshole, which I guess when I’m not around you, I am,” he says, shaking his head.
“Hey,” I say, getting his attention back on me. “Fitz, when I’m not around you I’m boring as hell. I have no friends, no life, no excitement. We’re just different people and that’s alright. The guy I know, he is the one I’ll remember.”
Without hesitation he pulls me to him and I shouldn’t allow it, but I do. The feeling of him wrapped around me is something I’m starting to yearn for. “I hope so, Brooklyn,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to grab a cab and go pick up Poppy. The car service never made it to the airport. Fucking pricks. Brooklyn, you want to come or should we come back here?” Nate asks.
I don’t even pull away from Fitz, I just look up at him, hoping he will answer for me. Which he does. “Come back, we are going to watch a movie.”
