The Gang Leaders Daughter

Chapter 3

Alex POV

Upon reaching the house, I calmly walked to the kitchen to get myself a bottle of water and continued looking for food. I heard two pairs of feet walk in and one pulled out a chair at the counter. Ignoring the two men, I continued looking through the cupboards.

"You gonna make me a sandwich?" asked the husky voice that belonged to Kyle Knight. I turned around to see him smirking at me.

"No. Why would I do that?" I asked showing no emotion.

"Well, because you're a girl. It's a joke." He smiled and looked at me like I was stupid. I'll show you who's stupid.

"Well, can't you make your own sandwich?" I asked as I walked to stand across from him with counter in between us.

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Good, then make me one too." I said as I walked out and up to our room

I heard John try not to laugh as Kyle muttered, "What the hell?"

Walking into the room, I noticed that all my stuff had been unpacked. My jewelry was on top of the dresser, neatly organized and my makeup was around the second sink in the bathroom. The closet was split to be half mine and half Kyle's. My clothes and shoes that were on my half had been color organized and the clothes in the drawers were folded professionally. It was weird to have such an organized room. The bed was in the middle of the room, pushed up against the wall opposite of the dresser. The frame of it was black while the sheets and blankets were mixes of whites and grays. The room itself was painted an extremely light grey and the trim was white. There were two glass sliding doors leading to the balcony outside.

The bathroom wasn't as big as the bedroom, thank god, but was probably half the size. It had a big bathtub and a separated glass shower. There were two sinks next to each other in front of a hug mirror and the toilet was separated off by another door. The floor was a tan tile and the towels hanging from the racks were fluffy and white. In other words, the whole room and the bedroom were perfect. And spotless. Not a sign of dirty laundry or that I had slept in the bed only hours ago. Was it always like this?

I quickly grabbed a pair of Victoria Secret sweat pants and a tank top and made my way to the shower. I looked in the shower to see my shampoo and conditioner and body wash all sitting there as if they were always there. Earlier, I had used Kyle's shampoo and soap. I wasn't going to lie, his soap smelt really good and it made me want to know if he actually smelled like that.

I stripped of my clothes and put them next to my sweats as I hopped into the shower. I quickly washed my hair, my body, and then shaved. Turning off the shower, I stepped out and wrapped one of the white fluffy towels around my body. I went to the sink and washed off my make up and threw my hair into a quick bun. Throwing on my sweats, I hung the towel back up; I would use it again tomorrow. Pulling out the hairdryer once I found it, I dried my semi-curly hair and once it was done, I let it fall down my back. I grabbed the dirty clothes and found the clothes hamper and put them in.

Walking back to the room, I saw a shirtless Kyle putting on a muscle tank. He already was in sweats, but I still stopped. I gasped when I saw him, making him turn to face me. Neither of us said anything as he just stood there, shirtless, staring at my face. I cleared my throat awkwardly and he quickly pulled on his shirt.

"I'm, uh, gonna go down stairs and eat something." I mumbled out as I made my way to the door.

"Alright," He muttered as he walked into the bathroom.

I entered the kitchen and turned the light on to find a sandwich on the counter with a note attached to it. Picking up the note, I started giggling.