Tiff’s POV

Samuel drove so fast on the way back to his place that everything was a blur. We pulled up to a brownstone façade building.

“You live in a brownstone?” I said, shocked.

“Yes, are you surprised?” Samuel asked.

“How much is Nathan paying you?” I giggled.

“It’s actually a family property I inherited when my Aunt passed away,” Samuel advised.

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss,” I uttered. “I didn’t mean to be so rude.”

“You weren’t rude,” Samuel said, ...