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rich and famous, which Callum had told her was his idea when he designed and built the building a few years ago.
    Propping up the pillows behind her, Charlie leant back and pulled the blankets over herself. “Just one weekend,” she sulked. “Why can’t they leave him alone for just one fucking weekend?”
     

     
    Around four hours later, Charlie woke and found herself still alone in the bedroom. Looking around the room she noticed that nothing had changed in the time she had been asleep. Callum’s suit lay draped over the chaise longue with his shirt and boxers discarded on the floor beside it. The sheets on his side of the bed were still crumpled from his quick escape earlier this morning.
    Getting herself out of bed, Charlie padded softly into the en-suite to freshen herself up. Taking off her glasses, she ran her hands under the cold water tap and splashed a little against her face. Blindly grabbing at the hand rail beside her, she located a small towel and began to pat her face dry so that she could put her contact lenses in.
    A dark fuzzy shadow caught her attention in the large bathroom mirror. She didn’t have her contacts or glasses, but there was no mistaking who it was. Pretending to ignore his presence she continued to dab at her face.
    “I’m sorry, Baby,” he breathed into her ear as he snaked two strong arms around her waist. “You know I can’t just ignore work. If the phone rings then I have to answer it.”
    Reaching for her contact lenses, Charlie opened the case and carefully placed one in each eye. Blinking a few times, she saw Callum’s reflection watching her intently in the mirror. Choosing to ignore him, she headed for her walk-in wardrobe.
    Closing the door behind her, Charlie turned around and smiled within the comfort of her safe haven. Rows upon rows of neatly organised clothes assaulted her eyes instantly. Veering towards the mahogany rails on the left hand side of the wardrobe, she set her eyes on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a lacy cream cut out vest and matching dark brown boots and handbag.
    Attending lunch with her best friends, Lucy and Amelia, was always traumatic as the preparations involved were extremely time consuming. With all three of them working as stylists in the fashion industry, the competition between their outfits was always strong as they fought to come out on top.
    Preening her body and hair to perfection, Charlie admired her handiwork of the past hour in the large freestanding mirror. She didn’t feel supermodel beautiful, but she was happy enough with the outcome. Her chestnut coloured hair had been straightened and then curled within an inch of its life, so that it now lay in glamorous bouncing curls down her back. Snatching the Cartier studs from her jewellery drawer, Charlie fixed one in each ear before collecting her handbag and heading towards the living room in search of Callum.
    As Charlie wandered along the hallway of the vast triplex penthouse, she took in the breathtaking scenery all around that she loved. Floor length windows littered every room giving a panoramic view over the whole of Manchester.
    Unfortunately, the beautifulness of the city outside was not reciprocated indoors with the decor of Callum’s home. Each and every room was designed to be modern yet extremely minimal. Coloured in neutral tones and stainless steel, the penthouse gave off the young, single, bachelor feel, which probably would be the case if Charlie wasn’t living there full time.
    Without him noticing, she had slowly been making the apartment more homely. Starting off small, she had managed to smuggle a few ornaments and pictures into the bedroom and living room in an attempt to subdue the plain and empty look.
    For some reason Callum loathed almost every item that made a home feel comfortable. There were no throws, no cushions on the sofa and no rugs to squish your toes into. It was something that Charlie was hoping to remedy over the next few weeks on her many