~ His Vixen

9 - games

belles pov
I let Miles speed ahead of me towards the front door.

I'm really wishing right about now that I had just let him die.

I storm in the house angrily, but my mood falters when I look inside and see how big it really is.

The living room alone could fit my entire house in it.

The massive tv that could be mistaken for a movie screen is playing Love Island Australia with a woman sitting in front of it on the couch.

I quietly peer around. The kitchen is the size of 5 of my bedrooms combined and it's perfectly decorated.

I jump when I feel a hand on my back, "We have many guest bedrooms, sweetheart. I'll lead you up to some" Miles' father tells me.

"Uh, I actually wanted to go home. My brother might be there and I kinda keep things in line with him, so" I say. Miles might think he can play a little game with me, but I will win it every single time.

His eyebrows pinch together, "Oh no. You're already here and we're having a big dinner tonight. Please stay."

As mean as I usually am, I'm not that rude to force him to drive me home "But-"

I feel a large arm swipe over my shoulders as I'm pulled into a warm body, "I'll take care of her, dad."

I smile at his father before being pulled away. Once we are out of view I push his arm off my shoulders. "Miles, I'm not kidding. I'm going home tonight, I don't know how I'm going to get there but so help me God, I will jump out of a window from the second story if I have to" I snap at him.

He doesn't even react. "I have no clothes. And dont even think about making me wear these to bed. Or your sisters."

He simply shrugs, "You'll wear mine."

I stop in my tracks.

"And how do you know I won't just sneak out?"

He doesn't say anything and pushes me up the stairs.

I peek into the guest rooms as I walk past them. The things I would do to have a bedroom like that.

I turn myself towards one of them. It has pastel pink wallpaper and soft white furniture. Miles yanks me out of the thought, shutting the door in my face. Instead, he leads me to a way darker room.

This one has navy blue wallpaper and dark furniture. The sheets are all messed up and there's stuff all over the nightstand.

I look at him confused and when I don't move, he puts both hands on my shoulders forcing me in.

"Well this is a guest bedroom if I've ever seen one" I say sarcastically.

"It's not," Miles says looking through the drawers under the tv. "You're sleeping in my room tonight. Guest bedrooms don't have locks."

He throws a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants on the bed. "Why would I need locks?" I ask, but he ignores the question. He opens another door connected to his room and turns on the light.

"Showers in here. I have Netflix on the tv. Don't come out of this room at night and for lords sake Belle, don't sneak out."

I look around the room, sitting down on the bouncy bed. With this entire room being mine for the night, I might just stay.

"Now get dressed. Moms cooking dinner" he says gesturing towards his clothes on the bed and walks out.

I walk around the room some more, looking more closely at his things.