I Put A Spell On You

7: A House With Secrets

"This is my living room. Not much to it, it's not special. Gives me somewhere to sit." Atticus explained as he let Amelia look around.

Amelia's head tilted up to look at the chandelier and lights that sat on the ceiling and the precise detail put into this penthouse.

But something about it was off. A home like Meredith and Derek's always felt warm and welcoming, maybe it was the color palette or decor.

But Atticus' penthouse felt cold. As if it, itself could speak and it was saying to go away and that you weren't welcome.

"Here follow me." Atticus said as they walked past the kitchen and into a dim lit hallway. Every door in this house was black, jet black and the handles were gold.

Amelia knew this place must have cost more than she would like imagine to get all the things he had. Atticus lead her room by room and every room had delicacies from around the world.

"So-so how did you manage to get everything in here. These are all so gorgeous." Amelia said as her fingers skimmed the frame of painting after paining.

"I bought them. Whatever went with my house I chose it." Atticus answered as Amelia watched him grab what looked like a magnet on a key ring.

"Follow me." Atticus said gesturing his fingers out the door as the sole of his shoes could be heard clicking on the dark marble floors.

Atticus walked her up the simple stairs, that seemingly went on forever. In a spiral nonetheless. Room after room of gorgeous furniture and of course the temperature of this place.

Amelia could feel herself freezing, she assumed whatever the lowest thermostat temperature possible, he had it on.

"What's that door?" Amelia asked as they passed a black door but instead of a gold handle there was no doorknob.

There was nothing more than a red square imbedded into the door itself. Amelia couldn't help but wonder what he kept hidden behind that door that had no goddamn handle.

Maybe he was a rich axe murderer. Either way Amelia knew curiosity is what killed the cat, so she wasn't going to let it kill her.

"Nothing you want to know about." Atticus said in a short voice as he walked past it. Amelia's hand skimmed the frame of the door causing Atticus to freak.

"Don't touch it, it's not a room that concerns you." Atticus said as he moved her wrist from the doorframe.

That very same heat in her core came back as his hand held onto her wrist. Amelia looked back to see his eyes. They weren't evil or mean like she expected.

Not at all, they were just small and almost embarrassed as he let go of her wrist and continued to walk her through the penthouse.

Once walked back down the back stairs, Amelia stood around as Atticus poured himself a glass of bourbon.

"You see anything you like?" Atticus smirked as he opened a glass door, higher on the wall and Amelia felt her heart fall to her feet.

It was a cabinet. But not just any cabinet, he had a liquor cabinet. Full of everything you could ever drink or want, in Amelia's mind you could make an cocktail or mixer one could ever dream of consuming.

"I-I don't drink. I'm sorry." Amelia said embarrassed. There was absolutely no way she was going to tell her addiction - life story when she's known him for maybe a month.

"No problem. Open the fridge, I'm sure there's something for you in there." Atticus said as he placed the bourbon into the cabinet sliding the key into the golden lock.

"Just one question." Amelia said as she reached and pulled out the lime flavored sparkling water.

"Anything." Atticus said as he brought the glass of bourbon to his lips.

"Is that lock real gold?" Amelia joked opening the water on the counter.

"Yes. Ms. Shepherd, the lock is real gold." Atticus chuckled watching Amelia struggle to open the water.

"Ms. Shepherd, there's a bottle opener in the drawer right beside you." Atticus gestured with his free hand.

Amelia slid the drawer and grabbed the bottle opener, popping the top of the bottle off.

As they talked and enjoyed the silence, Amelia's mind wandered to the room with black door and no handle.

What was he possibly hiding in there? And why did it intrigue her so much?