50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

Chapter Seventy-Five

    Destiny drove around the city of Toronto before heading back to the condo. The city was truly beautiful. Both its architecture and culture were so vastly diverse. Even though both the city's structures and people were diverse, they still all fit together as one cohesive unit. The people seemed generally pleasant and kind. Courteous. She wanted to explore more of the city, but didn't know where to go. Her knowledge of anything Toronto-related was quite limited. Not to mention the fact that she'd rather explore the city with someone who knew the city well.

    And pretty much the only person I know in town is Aubrey, she thought.

    She returned back to the condo and didn't really know what to do with herself. There was only so much television a person could watch. She resorted to snooping. It wasn't deliberate. She walked into the bedroom to put her collar on, and the closet door was open. She was curious to see how many pairs of jeans he owned, since she could count on one hand how many times she'd seen him wear them. Just a fleeting thought, the type of thought that a person usually let pass. Something to wonder and then go about your business. Only, she didn't let the thought pass. She move towards the closet, intent on seeing how many pairs of jeans he had.

    His closet was a dream. A huge walk-in closet with built in drawers and shelving. When a drawer was opened, it triggered a lighting system in the drawer. The interior of each drawer lit up when opened. The lights flicked off when the drawer was closed. Many of the drawers were narrow. She didn't really care about what was in the drawers. She'd seen him open a few of them before, and the items in them were for the most part, mundane. She opened a few of them anyway, just casually. Because she had nothing better to do. When she opened the first narrow drawer, she was greeted with the sight of ties, sorted by color. When she opened the second, she found a collection of watches, displayed on their original watch stands.

    "He is the most organized person I know," she thought to herself as she closed the watch drawer. She knelt down to the floor to open the very bottom drawer, which was larger than the drawers above it. This drawer, she'd never seen him open before. The bottom drawer contained several boxes, varying in color. Crimson, red, and royal blue.

    She glanced over her shoulder, as if she expected him to walk in and find her at any moment. If she opened any of these boxes, she would undoubtedly be violating his privacy. Opening any of these boxes was probably an act that was punishable. And yet...

    Pandora's three boxes called out to her. They asked her, Don't you want to know who you're living with? Don't you want to know who you've fallen in love with? Come on, you know you do. Open me.

    She sat down on the floor, Indian-style, and smoothed back her rejuvenated curls. She didn't want to take the boxes out of the drawer. He seemed so OCD that he would realize if the boxes were moved an inch to the right or left. She didn't want to take any chances. She lifted the lid off of the first box, which was the crimson box. A stack of opened envelopes were in the box. With furrowed brows, she reached in and grabbed the few envelopes that were on top of the stack. She opened the first envelope and withdrew the pieces of paper that were within.

    Her heart was pounding in her chest and she didn't know why. Maybe it was because she knew she was doing something that she shouldn't. Maybe it was because she knew that the contents of these boxes had the potential to change how she viewed the man she was currently living with. You can stop right now, right here, and put the envelopes back in the box, she told herself. You haven't looked at anything yet. You are at a point where you can still step away.

    She ran her fingers over the sheets of paper and took a deep breath. She started to read. Her brows drew together and she covered her mouth with her hand after finishing the first letter. It was a love letter. From Aubrey to a woman. The letter was old; the paper was aged and already starting to yellow. But it was difficult imagining the passionate and heartfelt words on the page coming from him. He talked of love and marriage and children. He talked of wanting those things with the woman he was writing to in the letter. Her eyes filled with tears as she folded the piece of paper and shoved it back into the envelope. She kept her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes.