His Girl

CHAPTER FOUR

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The days after that night were spent packing and lazing around watching Netflix with Nat and Drew, the nights spent at the tracks as I thought and re-thought about my decision, luckily not running into Hunter until it was time to move in with him.

Apparently, he had gotten his own house earlier this year, and that's where I'll be living for the next twelve months.

One would say his house is a mini mansion, which wasn't a lie with four bedrooms each with their own en-suite, two kitchens, two garages, a family room, great room, dining room, a pool bath, a laundry room and a pantry room, and off course the pool can't be forgotten.

Since I took almost all of my belongings with me, I needed a walk in closet and so I had to take a room  that was farthest from the entrance, and, with how this house was built, some would say I was in the part detached from the main house, as it had two bedrooms with walk ins, and bathrooms along a living room separating the two bedrooms, this part was connected to the main by covered lanai.

To say the move was exhausting would be an understatement as I had to, not only unpack all my belongings and shape the room to my liking, but I also had to get my cars and motorcycles here, with the help of Drew and Nat that process was made easier though.

Hunter had offered to help but a call from who I assumed was his dad had him apologizing and saying that he has "gang maters to deal with."

That night I had showered and went to bed early skipping the tracks as the fatigue of the tiresome day washed over me.

What felt like minutes later my alarm rang, but when I checked the time it was already seven in the morning, time for me to get up and start getting ready for the school day.

Knowing that I already took a steaming hot shower before sleeping, I walked to the living room, that thankfully had a coffee machine, and made myself a scorching hot black coffee, before heading to my walk-in and choosing my outfit for the day, my favorite vintage high-waisted mom jeans, a ribbed black halter neck crop top, and my trusty black combat boots.

After making my bed and laying the outfit out on it, I paced my now empty coffee cup near my bag, in order to remember to wash it on my way out, before heading to the bathroom and washing my teeth before starting on my skincare routine, about thirty minutes of singing to the songs on shuffle, my skin was glowing and my makeup, which consisted of red lipstick, mascara and fox eyeliner, was done.

Getting dressed took less than ten minutes, and all I had to do before heading out was wash my mug, let my monstrous curls out of the messy bun they'd been thrown in when I woke up, and make sure all necessities were in my black backpack.

After making sure I had everything I needed, I headed to the kitchen where I found a half naked Hunter with his back facing me, the smell of freshly brewing coffee filling the space.

I cleared my throat before placing my bag on one of the stools and phone in my back pocket.

"Good morning." To say his morning voice was hot would be an understatement as his already deep voice sounded deeper and huskier "Would you like some coffee?" He asked after a couple of seconds earning a hum from me.

"How about I make the coffee and you get dressed?" I asked seeing as he seemed to have just woken up and the coffee he had made looked too diluted

"That would be great, I take my coffee black with one sugar, thanks!" He was already heading towards his room as he finished his sentence.

After pouring the pathetic excuse of coffee he had made in the sink, I started all over again, making sure to use the right proportions. While the machine was doing its thing, I got two reusable lidded mugs and searched four granola bars, placing two in my bag, and leaving the other two for Hunter who came out as I was pouring the black goodness into the cups.