Nyla POV
Damien led me inside the house while Lucian tried to get my stuff into the house.
It felt odd, the apartment was sophisticatedly decorated with luxurious furniture. Leather brown couches, beautiful frames on the walls by the stairs. His apartment is beautiful but lacks warmth and love.
The air was filled with baked cake.
I turned around to look at him.
"Anthony is in the kitchen," he uttered. I have seen Anthony around him almost every time, but I can't tell who he is to him. Is he his housekeeper or something more?
He goes with him everywhere.
"Nyla," Anthony called with a kitchen cloth over his shoulder. He is 6 feet tall with sturdy muscles and a broad shoulder. I look small whenever I stand so close to him.
"Welcome, I'm trying to make something. The kitchen, please make yourself comfortable."
I nodded at him with a tight lip smile, he looked so hot with just a singlet.