Chapter 125

• AUDREY
• Gabriel’s place was just as grandiose as he was. We first took an elevator towards his penthouse on Fifth Avenue. The space was cultured with full grey & whitish veins Italian marble floors, a living room by the great floor-to-ceiling windows that peered across the beautiful view of Central Park.
• His home was beautiful like the man himself. His private space was warm and extravagant, and walls were filled with gorgeous paintings of abstract and landscapes but were never exaggerated. I understood his fascination with the arts. The tension inside me had become palpable. We’ve been together alone for hours, but I was even more nervous now.