𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙

3: 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀

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clara

Vincent doesn't talk much.

After the big man led me to the elevator door, which does in fact have a security guard (with a gun for some reason), and Vincent took my suitcase even after my protest that got shut down with a short glare, we travelled up and up in the small box in silence. I didn't want to upset my roommate so quickly, so I let him.

Each jolt up I could feel his deep brown eyes on me.

I suddenly found the walls very interesting.

Each time I opened my mouth to say something, it closed. Vincent had pressed the twenty sixth floor button, so I know we're pretty high up. I really think I should try and talk to him.

But what do I say?

Okay when the glowing number reaches twelve, I'm going to say something. Five more seconds, four, three, two, one. "So who else lives here?" I say quietly, now focusing on the floor and - more specifically - Vincent's shiny shoes.

"Two other men."

Oh.

That's going to be... fun. I really hope they don't throw parties every night like my last boy roommates did. I wouldn't really mind, but my bed time is like eleven pm. I'm a sleeper.

"What are their names?" My feet shuffle on their own, doing a little dance. I rub my eyes in tiredness and look over to Vincent. I wonder if he'll let me call him Vince. I might just do it anyway.

"Soren and Slade."

"Cool, Vince." I try it out, meeting his eyes finally. He does this face thingy with narrowed eyes, not quite sure what it is. Okay, maybe he doesn't like it. Still going to call it him anyway.

"Don't you like Vince?" I tilt my head and ask, gaining a little confidence. He hasn't killed me yet, and I count that as a win.

Vince stares a little longer as if he's considering something, then grunts and shrugs. "It's fine."

Silence. We're on the twenty fifth floor now; I wonder why it hasn't stopped. Maybe this will be like in ICarly where the lift goes straight to the apartment - that would be so cool.

I poke his arm, which causes him to look down at me again. "You can give me a nickname, if it makes you feel better."

Vince smirks and woah he looks even more handsome, it causes little butterflies to bloom in my stomach, but I do feel like I'm missing something. "Can I now?"

"Yep." I nod.

"Okay, if you say so... Kitten"

Oh shoot, little tingles shoot up my spine because of the way he says it - so pronounced and definitive. It's like he knows me.

Maybe he just knows people like you.

I scrunch up my nose at him, faking disinterest at that one. "Nope. No can do, pick a different one."

Vince suddenly crouches so his face is at my height, that smirk still on his face. "I think you like that one, don't you, Kitten."

My heart races as I stare in to his eyes.

You've just met this man, Clara! My brain yells, but that submissive part of me wants to kneel for Vince's dominant aura and let him do whatever he wants- woah brain, let's take a quick pause right there. We don't kneel for strangers. Ever.

Then the elevator dings and we're in the most beautiful apartment I've ever seen. If it could even be called an apartment, more like a penthouse. I step out in to it in awe of the floor to ceiling glass that covers the entire expansive of one wall and modern interior that all compliments each other, completely leaving Vince. Sorry, but interior design really does it for me.