female robbery | dreamwastaken

chapter seven.

꒰ dinner disaster ꒱
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"are you ready?" clay asks me as he pulls in to Edgar's driveway.

"Nope."

"try to relax. it's just my dad."

"in his natural habitat! it's one thing to be in the comfort of whimsy. but now I see just how rich he really is." I freak out.

"Please, this place is nothing compared to my villa." he gloats.

"not helping."

"take a deep breath. my dad likes you a lot more than he likes me. if anyone should be nervous, it's me." he awkwardly says.

"that's not true and you know it. every time Edgar mentioned you when we spoke in whimsy, he only had good things to say." he rolls his eyes at my sweet response.

"He likes to pretend we're not a broken family."

as he got out of the car to open my door, it was like I could see the wall building up. and by the time my door opened, he had put himself back together again.

it was as if every time clay mentioned something that pained him, he put a fresh layer of cement over the cracks to hide them.

and it worked.

"ah, there's the happy couple! Safiya, it's been far too long." clay's dad greeted us as we walked through the front door.

"hi, Edgar." I awkwardly smiled.

"you're just in time- Noah is finishing up the first course. come!" he smiles and leads to the living room.

clay and his dad mindlessly chat about god knows what rich people snog about until the dreaded question came up.

"enough of this- we're boring Safiya. so how did you two love birds meet?"

"saf loves telling the story, don't you babe?" he smiles, shaping me out of my daydream.

"hmm? oh- of course. clay came to whimsy, looking for a thriller book and we got to talking and then clay asked me out on a date. and I said no obviously."

"but then I asked again, and she couldn't resist my charm." clay finished for me.

"Sounds like you two have quite the story."

somehow I found my eyes lids getting heavy. probably from the amount of champagne, I was drinking whilst clay and Edgar talked about stocks.

"looks like yous should get going" Edgar chuckled, noticing that I passed out, laying my head on the table, cushioned by my arms bend around my forehead.

"let's go saf... Safiya? oh, forget it" clay says, picking me up bridal style and he and Edgar say their goodbyes.

oh, my head. oww.

I whine, sitting upright in what I thought was my bed?

"Morning, sunshine" I hear clay chuckle.

"where the hell am I?" I pull my legs out of the sheets and stand up to face where his voice was coming from.

"Why are you shirtless- what?" my eyes widen, seeing his bare chest and I bring my hands to cover my face.

"what? I'm not allowed to be naked in my own bedroom? also, you can stop covering your eyes."

"no no I don't want to" I shake my head vigorously.

"I'm wearing a towel, idiot" he sighs.

I slightly move a couple of fingers to peer across before fully taking my hands away. "oh. but why am I here, I thought we arranged for me to have my own room"

"We did, but it was just easier to put you in here last night. I slept on the couch." he shrugged. "I would've put you in your own room, but mine is closer to the stairs. plus I want you awake when you see your room. mainly because I want to see your reaction."

"What did you say at the end?"

"nothing. I'm just gonna get changed then I'll take you there," he says, just about to undo his towel.

"ah, don't do it in front of me!" I say, quickly whipping around so I don't see anything.

"you know you're pretty prudish for us being engaged"

"Just get changed, aminoff!" I say which makes him chuckle.

"Okay I'm changed," he says after a couple of minutes.

"I don't believe you," I say sceptically.

"Alright, then," he says, then scoping me up and throwing the top half of me over his shoulder and walking up to the hallway.

"Hey, put me down you cunt!" I say, playfully hitting his back with no real intent to hurt him.

"you talk a lot for someone I could easily drop cold on the floor." he jokes which makes my breath hitch.

"I'm shutting up now." he chuckles in amusement and gently puts me down in front of a tall door. "this is it"

I turn to see his door on the other side of the wall. "our rooms are quite close, no?"

"Yeah, I just thought in case someone surprises us, you could quickly come over to pretend we sleep in the same room. it'd be hard to explain if they find you sleep on the third floor and I'm on the second. but anyways" he says, then proceeding to open the door to the most beautiful room I've ever seen.

"The interior designer just finished, but if there's anything you don't like just tell me and-" he cuts himself off to watch me run around and awe at the little details.

"Woah look at this view!"

"you also have your own bathroom and walk-in closet."

"Are you serious?!"

"uh... yes? this is your home now, saf. I want you to be comfortable."

"thank you, clay. really" I walk around the bed and pull him into a hug. he's startled but wraps his arms around my waist.

"I hope you'll be happy here, saf-"

he's cut off by his voice mail. "Clay Aminoff, you have Ten missed calls and Messages. First message: 'Hey Clay, have you forgotten the date?'. Second message: 'i was thinking, remember when you pulled my hair so hard-"

he quickly removes his arms to turn off the message, clearly embarrassed.

"another one of your side pieces, I presume. I'm such an idiot-"

"it's not like that-"

"Clearly, it is. clay." I step back into my own space. "especially considering you can't even look at me right now" hinting at the fact he's still staring at his phone.

"you have no faith in me at all, do you? you look for reasons not to trust me. maybe I should go fuck Ro so ill always be the villain here! because hats what you want isn't it- a reason to hate me, a reason to run away."

"and yet I can't because I signed an entire year of my life over to you!" I yell back.

"you're the one turning it into a prison sentence!"

"just go! you'd clearly rather be with that Ro girl anyways."

"fine!"

"fine!" and with that, he storms out of the room.

fae ; facts

djdjfj i felt bad for the short ass chapter yesterday so here is another one. ngl i didn't plan for angst but like whatever I love it

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