Chapter 71

“Well, what do you think, honey?”

“I don’t know. It’s a nice place…but I’m not sure it’ll fit our needs.” Kim turned to look at Jon. He nodded.

“I know what you mean.”

It was mid-December and Jon was finally on his Christmas break from touring. This was the fourth apartment they were looking at today and so far none was what they wanted. Kim checked out one of the bedrooms.

“The size is fine. For a guestroom or for one of the kids rooms. But we need more. I would say at least six or seven plus our room.” Kim pointed out.

“Well, Romeo and Jake could share one.” Jon suggested. She shook her head.

“It may work now Jon, but believe me in two or three years it’s no longer an option. You’ll be relieved when you can send them into their separate rooms.” He chuckled. But knowing his sons she was probably right.

“So, what do you think Mr. Bon Jovi? It’s great, isn’t it.” The realtor entered the room. Kim rolled her eyes at Jon. All day long this guy was ignoring her, even though it was her who made the appointments and told him specifically what they were looking for.

Jon grinned. He hadn’t said a word so far to this guy. He was getting on his nerves and he so didn’t need a bootlicker when he was home from touring. Besides the fact that he was ignoring his girl pissed him slightly off.

“I don’t think this is what we are looking for.” Kim said as calm as possible. “I thought I gave you very specific information what we want. And as far as I remember I said money isn’t important.”

“Well, this is a really nice apartment and it costs a lot. If you wouldn’t focus so much on spending Mr. Bon Jovi’s money you would surely see this, Miss.”

Jon couldn’t believe his ears. Kim stared at the guy for a few seconds. And before Jon could say anything she lost it.

“First of all…my name is Dr. Kimberly Anderson. If you would have taken any notes during our conversation in your fucking damn office you would remember that. Second it’s not Mr. Bon Jovi who will pay for this apartment, but me and third even if this place would fit our needs I wouldn’t do any kinda business with you.”

They didn’t talk about how they would finance the new apartment. It simply wasn’t necessary. She knew it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Oh, really and how what you like to pay for it.” He fleered at her.

“I don’t know…let me guess…with some money from my multi-billion-dollar account you stupid piece of jerk!” Kim turned on her heel and left the apartment.

“I’ll make sure all my friends will get to know how badly you are treating clients. You will never in your poor fucking life sell a place in New York anymore. And I’m pretty your my future wife will tell her colleagues at the hospital as well.” Jon’s voice was cool as icy before he left the apartment as well. Down at the entrance area he caught up with Kimberly, who was cursing the jerk six ways to heaven.

“What a fucking asshole!”

“I should sue that fucking bastard!”

“Stupid Idiot!”

Kim was throwing her hands in the air and her voice gained more and more volume. She wouldn’t calm down. Jon looked around and realised people started to turn around and recognise them. Without a word he grabbed her hand and pulled her two blocks down the street into nice looking bar.

“Jon, what…?” Kim looked around irritated, even though she was happy to be inside again and no longer feeling the cold icy December wind on her skin.

“Would you bring us a bottle of Pinot Grigio and the menu, please.” Jon told the waiter while he pulled Kim down on a small couch.

“Of course, sir.” The waiter hurried to the bar and just minutes later was back with the bottle of wine. The woman obviously was upset. He knew to better hurry with such customers.

“Thanks.” Jon handed him a generous tip. The waiter bowed lightly and left them alone. Jon poured some of the gold shining liquid into a glass.

“Drink.” He ordered. She sighed and let the wine play with her taste buds for a long minute before she swallowed it.

“Better?”

“Yeah.” She sighed again. This was all so frustrating. Why couldn’t they find an apartment? They were in New York for God’s sake. There should be an apartment available for them.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m not really in the mood to do that again.” Jon said after they got some soup and sandwich. Kim stared at him.

“So, that’s it? We don’t move together?” her mind started spinning and her eyes filled with tears.

“What? No…I didn’t…oh, Kimi….” Jon pulled her into his embrace and tried to calm her.

Lately she was getting emotional very often. The stress of the last couple weeks was getting to her. She was working one overtime after the other at the hospital, her boss was not very happy with her quitting her job, she tried to get everything ready for a quiet and peaceful Christmas and now they couldn’t find a new apartment.

“Kimi, I wanna live with you. I just don’t wanna waste my time with another realtor who can’t show us what we really want.” Jon caressed her cheek softly and she nodded.

“I think we already have the perfect place.” He added. She looked at him confused.

“What? Where?”

“I think your place is absolutely perfect for us.” Jon told her softly. The more he was thinking about it during the day, the more he knew he was right. He found himself comparing each apartment they visited to her two story loft at Central Park. It was just perfect.

“But your kids.” She pointed out.

“It’s fine Kimi. It’s just a 20 minute drive with the car. We can even use the public transportation. Kidd and Sambo can go out to the Park. We have eight bedrooms plus our master bedroom, great living space and a gorgeous view over the Park. It’s the perfect place to live.”

“Are you really fine with it?” She still was unsure about it.

“Yeah, totally. I can move in with my Tak and some clothes tomorrow.” He only half joked.

“But we still need to do some changes.” Kim pointed out and got out her IPhone.

“What do you mean?” Jon asked curious.

“Well, I decorated it. But what about you? What would you like to change?” she asked and typed on her phone.

“We don’t have to change anything, Kimi. You have a great taste. I like your place.” He tried to assure her.

“Come on Jon. I saw your house and apartment. I know that you like it not so colorful and a little bit more pure and straight forward without much decoration.” Jon frowned.

“Ok, wait a second. With the colors you may be right. I have so much stuff going on when I’m not at home that I like to keep it calm and simple so I can relax. But with the decoration stuff, I simply don’t know anything about it and I don’t have the time to work myself into it. I like it the way you did it. Some little accents…not overwhelming, but…uhm..cozy.” She watched him interested.

“So homey and relaxed feeling.”

“Yeah.”

“And you like dark furniture.”

“Uhm, yeah…you too, right? So that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Right.” She grinned. “So, that’s it?“

“I think so. We have an apartment.” He raised his wine glass and toasted at her before sharing a long deep kiss.