Chapter 34: The Penthouse

Bradley rested his hand on Carissa's back and gently nudged her out of the elevator and into the penthouse foyer. He'd known coming here wouldn't be easy, but he didn't expect the ambush of bad memories to hit him so hard. But the second he stepped over the threshold, he was bombarded with the haunting sounds of his ex-girlfriend's cries, of her shrill screams and nasty words, all hurled at him because he refused to propose on her terms.

He momentarily closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. That night was a long time ago, and he'd moved on since then. The things she'd said about him weren't true, he knew that, and he'd worked hard to prove to himself every single day that he wasn't the cold, uncaring, selfish man she accused him of being.

"Wow." Carissa left his side and wandered farther into the penthouse. "This place is amazing." She took her time strolling through the living room, her gaze perusing every inch.