Unsettling

|Meera's POV|

We're in New York.

So away from home.

Ace says it was to get me the best treatment for my head injury.

When did I even get it? I don't even remember.

And this penthouse...it's so...personality less...almost as if Ace never planned on coming here and now it's just a liability. This is so different from all the properties of his that Ace has taken me to. He has a taste for earthiness, he has this raw, nature driven aesthetic that he likes his houses to have, and all this penthouse looks like is just sharp edges and black lines.

There's not a single plant here, for fuck's sake!

Ace loves his plants.

I sigh, bored out of my mind as I wait for Ace to return home. It's already past 9 in the evening and there's no sign of him. He hasn't once texted me about when he will be back and that is surprising because Ace always informs me if he's to be late in coming home from his office.

"Mrs. Harrington?" I look away from the buzzing canvas that is the city of New York to meet