With Brandon

Estelle's POV

“Babe, where are you? I’ve been waiting for hours.” Brandon complained into the phone. I pressed my phone between my shoulder and my ear, while I paid the cab.

“Calm down, babe.” I said. “I’m in front of the apartment, already. Are you that hungry from me, hm?”

I smirked, turning away from the cab to walk up towards the building, my heels clacking against the pavement. He grunted out a petulant reply,

“Of course. I’m fucking starved and sexually frustrated, babe. You agreed to come over three hours ago, but here you are, just showing up.”

I sighed loudly, pressing the elevator buttons and stepping in the moment the doors slid open. I tapped on the floor level I was heading to and turned to face the elevator mirror, fixing my appearance, even though I already looked perfect.

“That’s because I was helping my bestie spend some time with her mom, okay? And after that, I had to stop by the spa to get a pedicure. You know I take my appearance seriously. I have to look good al