At the age of 17 Mariana Deliro is given a multi-million dollar company, by who? That's anyone's guess. Money may seem like a blessing but don't be fooled, it's a curse in disguise. With money comes: lying, deceit, betrayals and even a twisted myste...
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"We shall pick up your things tomorrow." Jackson says closing the bedroom door behind him.
"Oh shall we?" I say, joking about his use of shall.
"Yes we shall." He says diving beside me on the bed.
"And what if I dont want to move in with you?" I say jokingly.
"There's nothing you can do about it if all your stuff is here by the time you wake up."
"Is that a threat?" I lean over and whisper in his ear.
He leans close to me, our lips brushing each others. "Sweetheart, it's a promise." He says before capturing my lips with his.
We try to go to bed but spend hours chatting with the light off. It reminds me of when we were younger. When we both go silent, trying to sleep, my mind wanders off to tomorrow.
I've slept at Jackson's house many times. Even since we've become boyfriend and girlfriend I've slept here a lot but now we're officially going to be moving in. It feels like a big step. It's making our relationship feel more real and the future I pictured of us together. Granted, I did picture stuff a little differently.
A lot has happened recently but I finally feel like this is something good.
I love Jackson and I'm moving in with him. I get to wake up with him by my side everyday.
While I'm thinking to myself with a smile on my face, Jackson throws an arm over me and pulls me closer to him.
"I love you." He mumbles, his voice half asleep.
"I love you too." I say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
♡♡♡
I wake up to an empty bed beside me.
Oh no. He didn't-
I sit up and scan the room for my belongings, phew. He didn't actually move all of my things without me did he? I shouldn't come to that conclusion so soon, he does own a mansion. Wait what if he's put my things in another room? I just assumed I'd sleep in here but what if that's not what he wants. It is his house after all.
I get out of bed and slip one of his hoodies on over the top of my pyjamas. It's way too big for me and almost reaches my knees but it's so warm and comfortable. The familiar scent brings a smile to my face.
What was I even thinking, there's no way Jackson would let me sleep in another room, not when there was an option to sleep in his.
I walk though the door and down the stairs in search of my boyfriend. "Jackson?" I call out.
"I'm in here." He shouts back from the direction of the kitchen.
"Where's here?"
"Kitch- oh fuck, don't come in." He says panicked.
