SHE (Book #1)

Italy Chapter: 40

Elias stays silent. He silently enjoys his food. Silently checks his phone, which blows up every couple of minutes with new notification, and by the ever so discreet glances towards me, I know I must be the topic.

"Stop looking at me. You're making me uncomfortable," I say to my plate, rather than him. I sit on the other end of the table, refusing to get near him. I hate the intimidation he keeps radiating.

"Don't tell me what to do in my own house," his voice is teasing, light like a joking way, "which reminds me I'll give you a tour after you're done,"

I don't respond.
I think of ways to get myself out of here. He may have threatened me with the whole "you're safe here" comment, but I cannot stay in this house with him. Is he planning on killing me in my sleep? Or worse...
Is this fate? Is this how my life will end? I was really hoping to go to college this fall. Then take over the Moore Mafia, then take over the world. I have so many dreams to accomplish and now I am going to die in the hands of a tall, brooding, handsome man, who I know nothing about. My life is...interesting at the least.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

I try my best to block him out for a second. I think I taste poison in this food... nope, it's black olives. I hate black olives. gross.

"Can you answer me when I am talking to you?" this gets my attention because he sounds annoyed now. I shouldn't poke the bear.

I look up, "What I think about is none of your concern. I mean that most respectfully,"

He rolls his eyes but says nothing to my response. When we finish lunch, the housekeeper comes and collects the dishes. Elias gestures to follow him, and I hesitantly do.

He must like a lot of natural light because there are many windows around the house. Leather couches, marble counters, glass tables, hanging plants, everything seems so nice here. It doesn't really fit him, honestly. He doesn't seem like the type to live in a light-infested cheery place when you look at him. He looks like a dark lord of the underground. He looked like Hades, if greek gods are real, he would be Hades. You can't convince me otherwise.

We head up the uniquely designed stares.

"The east wing is all yours, for now. The west wing is mine," I follow him down the east wing into a small study room, empty of any content. Then he opens another door, which shows a bathroom way too big for one person. It's all marble designed, the shower is spectacular. And the tub looks so relaxing. The mirrors have vanity lights around them, making everything glow a bit more. There is also a door that most likely connects to the bedroom. Awesome.

"Wow. So, this is really for me?" I ask suspiciously, "Like I have this all to myself? Alone?"

He shrugs, "Well if you ever feel too lonely, you can always join me in my shower," he walks out without another word.

Okay, what the hell? Are we just going to ignore these sneaky remarks he keeps making? He calls my name, and I walk out trying not to be phased.

Elias stands smiling at sliding doors, obviously proud of his obnoxious and inappropriate behavior. He puts his hands on two hands and slides the doors apart, revealing a tidy bedroom. It's decorated with plants and lights around the room. There is a vanity table in the corner and a closet door not too far from it. I really like the size of the windows, I am always a fan of starting at the moon at night; the sun not so much. The comforter is puffy and light grey. Everything corresponds with one another.

"Do you like it? I don't really know what your type of room preference is, so I kept it simple," Elias says, beside me.

This all feels permanent for some reason, and I am hoping that is not the case. I would never stay here regardless of how convincing it may be. However, I should enjoy it while it lasts, I guess.