If Kisses Should Win

Part seven

"There's only one bedroom?" He nodded his head when I asked him.
"I'll sleep on the couch so you can sleep in your bed." I began to rearrange the pillows on the couch.
"No! You go sleep on the bed I'll sleep on the couch." He grabbed my hands stopping me.
"Listen...it's your house and your bed. I'm fine on the couch.
"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch! You are a guest AND the mother of my child. I am not letting someone who is pregnant sleep on the couch."
Now he's taking responsibility for the baby? At first he acted like he wanted nothing to do with me or the baby. He confuses me.
"Fine...I'll sleep on the bed."
"Good, now-"
"But only if you sleep on the bed with me." I crossed my arms over my chest. I want to mess with him. He gets so riled up over the smallest things. He's fun to play with.
"No. I thought you hated me?" I snickered.
"I do." Obviously I hate him. He's rude and arrogant and only cares about himself. I just want to do to him as he did to me. Act as if he gave a shit then turn around and leave.
"Let's go to bed now I'm tired." Elliot still seemed unsure of why I was acting like this but came along anyway. He pointed to the door of the bedroom as we went down the hall. I opened the door and it was just like the rest of the house. Clean, modern, little to no color. Definitely not my taste.
The walls were white and his bed sheets black. Once again the little splash of pale green made an appearance.
The room consisted of his bed, a night stand, and a set of thin doors which I assumed lead to the closet.
"You uh...can lay down first." I looked at him and laughed underneath my breath.
"I have a few more things to do for work so you go to sleep and I will be back soon." He turned to leave.
"You better be, if I wake up and you aren't here I will mad." He acted as if he was going to say something again but closed his mouth. He nodded and left.
I searched around the room for a bit not finding anything interesting. I opened the thin doors and found that my assumption was right. A small little room lined with mostly dress shirts. I opened the drawers that sat against the back wall. Socks...belts....glasses? The second to last drawer had around 6 pairs of the same glasses. I have never seen him wear glasses. I shrugged and pulled on the last drawer. Locked. Why would he keep this last one locked?
I went back to his night stand and fished through the drawer not finding any sort of key. His wallet sat on the night stand and I picked it up. Maybe he keeps it hear. I flipped through not finding anything. All just a bunch of cards and 500$ in cash. Who needs 500$ in cash with them at all times?!
I was about to give up but a blank white card caught my eye. Weird. Maybe it's a keycard? I went back to the drawer waving it around the front then the sides.
Click. It opened! Seriously how rich do you have to be to have a drawer locked and the key is a card?! I pulled on the drawer and it reveled 2 rows of watches. That's it?! These don't even look that expensive!
All that work for a bunch of watches?! I ran my fingers over them. They are really pretty though. I noticed another set of Jewlery in the back that I couldn't reach. I pulled on the drawer. Stuck? I pulled a little harder. What?! One last pull. It flew open and there sat a row of gorgeous rings. They were all just plain though. Nothing incredibly noticeable about any of them. Except one. It sat in the middle and had a thinner band unlike the rest of them. It had a beautiful oval shaped diamod with smaller diamonds going down the band.
It looks like a womens ring. Almost like an engagement ring. I carefully picked it up and looked at it closer. There were words engraved on the inside of the band. "For My Love" is what it read. As I put the ring back I pushed down a little hard and the black tray everything sat on moved. I carefully picked it up revealing an orange manila envelope.
Seriously this guy! He has secret compartments in his fucking closet! What's next, does he have a secret underground bunker?!
I peeled open the envelope and poured out the contents. Newspaper clippings? Photos? Small little toys? What the fuck?! I read the headline. "Mother and child killed in fatal accident" damn that's rough. I picked up another one. " Elliot Bucanon involved in fatal accident that killed both his wife and child"
"What the actual fuck." I sifted through the photos and saw a women and a little girl smiling at what looked like a park. Then a picture of all of them together. There was a small car and doll that sat on the floor beside me.
"His wife and kid...were killed?!"