"Thank you for the ride," I murmured, my fingers fumbling slightly with the door handle as I prepared to climb out of his car.
I expected him to nod, maybe offer me his usual curt goodbye, but instead, I froze when I heard the soft click of the engine shutting off.
A second later, Ethan stepped out of the car and casually approached my side. Without a word, he fell in step beside me, his presence both unnerving and… strangely familiar.
I blinked, struggling to keep up with the sudden shift. "Are you… going somewhere?" I finally asked, my voice laced with confusion.
He chuckled that infuriatingly confident smirk playing at his lips. "Relax," he said smoothly. "We own this building."
I stopped dead in my tracks. "What?"
He shrugged as if he'd just told me he liked the weather. "My family's company developed this entire property. I have a penthouse on the top floor—best view in the city."
