HARLEM
There's a knock on my door and I go to open it. Ezra Roth stands in front of my one room apartment with sunglasses over his eyes. I rear back and my eyes go wide.
His brow pops us in questioning and he walks in. I didn't realize the plan or the idea behind inviting a billionaire to my country and I sure as hell had no idea it would be this intrusive.
When I gave him my contact details yesterday after dinner, I thought it was just so we could meet at the train station. I turn towards him and he seems to be assessing my house. I hurriedly close the door and stand in front of him.
I gesture to his sunglasses folding my arms and I see his lips curl up slightly before he takes off his sunglasses.
"Uhh, I thought we were going to meet at the train station?" I tell him.
He pushes his hands into his pockets and I try hard to avoid the intense gaze of his beautiful green eyes. "No idea what you're talking about."
