~~PEYTON~~
The car pulls up to the imposing entrance of The Zenith, a towering structure of glass and steel that seems to pierce the sky.
"Holy crap," I breathe. Even from the outside, the place screams the usual kind of ‘expensive’—you know the one that feels like you've stepped into an alternate universe.
Axel gives a casual nod to the valet who materializes instantly, practically bowing as he opens our doors.
"Welcome, Mr. Thorne," the valet says, his voice smooth as silk.
I step out, feeling a little out of place, especially next to Axel, who still looks effortlessly put-together, which makes me wonder what’s running through his mind. He's been unusually quiet throughout the ride—no jokes or sarcasm; he just drove—seriously. All pretty face and no expression. Which makes me won
