Rafael

Chapter 33 - I Owe You This?

Many glances were stolen all throughout the movie, and I found it hard to breathe evenly when Rafael ran a hand along my leg absentmindedly.

We both lay horizontally on the huge couch, watching the dark knight take on the joker, his head at one end and mine at the other.

Finally, batman drove off into the night and the movie came to a close, then I quickly got up to use the restroom, which was secretly a ruse to get away from the sexual tension between Rafael and me, so I could clear my head.

I know we had been on one date but something inside me was ready to go all the way with him because I trusted him.

"Mia, are you alright?" I heard Rafael ask in a concerned tone from outside the bathroom door.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied, trying not to laugh at his concern.

He was a mother hen in his own little way.

"Okay, just checking up because you ran out like your ass was on fire. I thought I did something wrong."

"Not this time," I joked, opening the door reluctantly as I had no real business to do in here, "I just really had to pee."

"Oh, I see. Sorry to disturb you."

"It's okay, I'm done anyway."

He turned the bathroom light off immediately after I stepped out of there and I raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

A billionaire was concerned about his utility use?

I left mine on all night because you know, monsters and whatnot.

"Are you tired? I know sleeping in a car couldn't have been too restful," He stated before I could examine his actions any further.

I yawned embarrassingly after he finished speaking.

Die in a pit, Mia.

"I'm a little tired," I joked weakly and he gave me a knowing look.

I yawned for a good five seconds; I was definitely more than a little tired.

"Let me show you where you'll be sleeping, try not to fall asleep on the way," He chuckled and led me up a concealed staircase.

I hadn't even seen it until now but it was just as elegantly wooden as the rest of the house.

And there were no cobwebs in sight.

"How is this place so... not dust-ridden, even though no one lives here?" I asked curiously.

This place was more spick-and-span than my house, and I was a neat freak.

Did he call a maid while we were on our way here?

"A cleaning crew comes and cleans this place every three to four weeks, you know, just in case my mother actually mans up and decides to hold an open house so she can sell the place," He explained then opened a door to what I think was a bedroom.

I was right.

"This is beautiful," I grinned as I took in the spacious bedroom in front of me.

There was a queen-size bed in the middle of the room and accent lamps on either side.

There were a few other necessities like a dresser and desk placed strategically in different corners of the room.

There was a large closet on one side of the room and I knew it would easily hold every single item of clothing that I owned.

It was bigger than the little closet I had in New York.

I was beginning to consider moving to Newport.