Chapter 4.

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His sudden question caught me off guard, so I looked up again, and right into his beautiful dark eyes.

"What?" I asked him confused, not sure if he was serious about his offer or not.

"I live in a pretty big house and have some guest rooms, you could sleep in one of them if you feel comfortable with that." He explained, his voice deep and calm.

I just stared at him for a few moments, thinking about the offer. I knew it was dumb of me, but I somewhat trusted him.

"You sure?" I asked, wanting to make sure that he really was okay with letting me stay over.

"Of course." He said, now smiling at me softly, and god that smile-

"Okay." I smiled back at him.

He then started walking, me walking next to him, as suddenly I started to feel dizzy. I swayed a bit, bumping into his side as I put my hand on my head.

"I'm sorry... the alcohol." I mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I will make sure to keep you safe." He assured and my heart started to race at that sentence.

He placed his arm around my waist, looking at me questioning while asking: "Is this okay with you?"

I nodded, leaning against him a bit as we walked towards his car. I could feel my skin tingle underneath his touch, and I tried not to show how much of an effect that simple gesture had.

When we stopped in front of a car, I could tell that it was some expensive car, even though I didn't know nothing about cars. I just knew that Ferraris are pretty expensive cars.

He helped me get in before walking around and getting inside himself. He started the car and we drove off.

The car ride was mostly silence, but it was an comfortable silence. I stared out the window, watching the buildings pass by as I thought of everything that had happened to me in the last two days.

My ex cheated on me with my ex best friend and I almost got raped.

I shivered just at the thought of that, hugging his jacket tighter against my body.

I wasn't actually realising where we were driving, but when we drove into a driveway, and some gate automatically opened, my eyes widen as I stared into the direction in awe.

The "big house" he was talking about was actually a huge fucking mansion.

"Oh fuck." I just whispered under my breath, my eyes continued to stare. I didn't even realise that he stopped the car.

"How do you like it?" he asked and I turned my head to him, just to see him eyeing me curiously.

"It's really beautiful, and huge." He just chuckled at my answer before getting out of the car, which I did then too.

I stepped out of the car and then felt dizzy again, making me lean against his car to not fall. In the next moment he was by my side again.

"Come here, I will help you." I nodded and leaned against him again as his arm snaked around my waist again. I can't explain why, but I really did love the feeling of his arm around my body.

We walked towards the entrance, and I still couldn't
stop staring. He opened the door and we walked inside. Then he suddenly picked me up bridal style.

I squealed in suprise, my arms automatically wrapping around his neck. I stared at him in disbelief.

"You obviously have trouble walking, so carrying you
seemed like a good way to fix it." He gave me a slight
grin before walking up the stairs with me, not
struggling one bit.

He is really strong...

And again, I loved the feeling of his arm around me, and especially the feeling of our bodies being so close. I used the time to shamelessly stare at him, seeing how perfect his face seemed to be.

And then there was something that caught my eyes immediately, it was the scar he had at the edge of his mouth. It took everything in me to not ask him about it.

As we came to a stop in front of a door, he somewhat opened the door with me still in his arms. He walked inside and I looked around.

This is a guest bedroom..? It's bigger than my bedroom-

He set me down onto the bed, and then suddenly
knelt in front of me. I looked at him confused, my eyes widening slightly.

"What are you doing.?" I asked, and then he started opening the straps of my high heel. He looked up at me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Treating you like you deserve to be treated."

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