From a bad boy to my baby boy

Meeting

I'm still in shock, this man is stunning. His messy dark brown hair fell on his face almost hiding his dark eyes that made me feel a way I can't describe. I could tell he was muscular and his tattoo just made him look even better. I would have continue admiring him if another girl wouldn't have spoke.

"So well...who is that?" Her tone was judgmental and I disliked that a lot. She had ginger her, (obviously with that attitude) and soft green, she had so much makeup that you could mistake her for a doll. I already disliked her.

"I'm Camilla" I answered rapidly with confidence. To show her I'm not intimidated. "Nice to meet you" I fake a soft smile, trying to look polite.

Stephanie start talking again, she really talks a lot for an old woman. "Yes Camilla, that's my daughter Jessica, I'm sure you two will get along" Jessica sigh and I laugh internally there is no way we will get along.

"And that's my son, Seth" The man didn't even look at me, very obviously bored by this conversation and waiting to get back to his previous activity.

"Nice to meet you" I say, kind of intimidated by his strong presence. He take a look at me and role his eyes before answering in a mocking tone. "Yes of course, it's very nice to meet you...Camilla" Hearing him say my name in his British accent make my hearth skip a beat but I soon return to reality when he leaves followed by his sister.

What is wrong with them? Don't they know how to be civilized? I'm pretty annoyed but I get even more annoyed when Stephanie start talking, again, for the 100th time now.

"They're kind of anti-social but no worries they'll like you" she very obviously embarrassed by the rude attitude of her children. "So wanna visit the house? I'll show you your room afterward"

"Sure" I answer softly, still processing the conversation that just happen.

She show me every room, they all look beautiful obviously. She also tell me that her ex-husband, strong emphasis on ex is the reason they have all this money. They give them a lot of cash each month and in exchange he never has to see his children except if he wants too, which I'm pretty sure is not often. Then she show me my room and it's stunning. It's a soft grey mixed with baby pink and the king sized bed in the middle of the room looks like it's made of gold. The curtain are black and the same goes for the rest of the furniture. I'm in love, this is my dream room.

"So what do you think" she ask kind of unsure. "I absolutely love it! Thank you so much Miss" She seems very pleased by that answer and laugh softly "Call me steph, Anyway I'll leave you unpack, the servent placed your bagage in the corner over there. I'll see you later for supper in about an hour" She leave the room and I'm now all alone.

I start to unpack and explore the room. The closet is bigger then my entire room was back with my parent and the bed is so comfortable I almost fell asleep but even better I have my own private bathroom. I pinched myself just to be sure I'm not dreaming. But obviously I'm not! This is real and this is the absolute best. The only thing left to do is to try the shower, after all I'm really picky with water pressure and all. I've got just enough time before supper to take a quick little shower and it would be good to wash my face after all that crying this morning.

I take all my stuff and enter the bathroom and then I see him...with a girl.