I Know Your Scared Of The Unknown

Chapter 23

Sophie's POV

He put my bags down on the white leather couch in his room turning towards me and wrapping his arms around me in a huge hug. I laid my head against his chest just loving this little moment that we were having together, not wanting it to end when he pulled away from me slowly. "When do you want to go to your place and get everything else that you need?" he asked putting a kiss on my forehead as he brought his hands down holding onto both of mine lightly. 

I shrugged my shoulders as I looked around the house. I wasn't sure why, but something was telling me that even though he was my husband and we made up after the very first argument that we had I shouldn't take everything from my house, nor should I stop paying rent on it for the remaining eleven weeks. I would go and grab my clothes but nothing else was important enough to come with me. "I don't know, maybe later tonight or something. I'm running out of clothes from my suitcase" I laughed. 

"Hmmm, I am okay with you walking around in nothing but my t-shirts every day. That is a sight I can get used to seeing" he smiled down at me. I couldn't help but smirk at his playful banter as I shook my head and looked out of the large floor to ceiling windows of his bedroom. 

"I'm sure your buddies would love to see that too" I said quietly, almost inaudibly when I felt him put his finger under my chin moving my face to look directly at his. 

"You my love are for me and only me. If any of those assholes ever try to lay a finger on you, I expect you to tell me as soon as it happens" he said, his eyes turning that dark navy blue as his gaze fixed on me suddenly making me feel very intimidated to be in his presence. I swallowed hard, the sound audible from outside my body as I slowly tilted my head up in down in a small motion, his hand not giving me much leeway to move my chin. 

He dropped his hand, his gaze turning soft once again as he grabbed my hand as we walked towards the door that would take us to the other places of his house. "Before I introduce you to everyone, I think a tour of your new home is in order. What do you think?" he smiled at me. I returned his smile warmly, but something about the way he just acted moments ago was stuck in my head. It was like something primal, something possessive came over him and if I were to ever break his rule I feel like it wouldn't have a good outcome for both parties involved. 

"Okay, well down the hall here is where I will most likely be if you can never find me" he smiled as he opened the door to a large room filled with guitars, recording equipment and anything else you might need to record music. "As a matter of fact Dre, the boys and I will be down here for most of the day today. Your welcome to come and hang out with us, actually I encourage it. I want you to get used to everyone since you will be spending a lot of time with them" he said wrapping his arm around me. 

"Are you sure? I don't want to interrupt you working" I laughed as he grabbed my hand again leading me out of the room and down the hall. We passed by tons of plaques for his singles and albums when we entered into another room that anyone else would call the bachelor pad. 

"Believe me baby you won't be interrupting working. Touring is still my work right now, we will just be messing around tonight. It'll be fun" he said as he walked over to the bar grabbing the Tito's off the shelf pouring with a heavy hand into two blue solo cups topping each one off with some orange juice. "You like screwdrivers I hope" he smiled as he handed me the cup, and it was in that instant that I realized even after our week in Italy together, we really didn't those little facts about each other. 

"Yes baby, screwdrivers are one of my favorite" I smiled as I took a sip of the chilled drink, the sting of the vodka making its way down my throat followed by the cool sensation of the OJ to follow. "You make quite a decent drink there baby" I laughed coughing from the burning sensation that was still present in the back of my throat.