HIS

Chapter 9

To say his house is beautiful, is an understatement of the century. I have seen my fair share of houses on my way to school in the area I've lived, but never one as modern as this. It's a modern contemporary double story charcoal colored framed house. Floor to ceiling glass walls could be seen from the outside and the landscaping didn't disappoint at all. We lived in a huge house, but it wasn't half as beautiful as this. Masterpiece indeed.

"Like what you see?" he asked, as I internally smirked before giving him a nod in response as we made our way inside. The inside looked even nicer than the outside. In the foyer there was a huge water wall as we entered through the huge glass door. A huge comfy U-shaped charcoal couch and paintings to die for. The paintings provided the pop of color the house needed, and everything else was just perfect additions. It was clear that an interior designer must have had a hand in this.

In my amazement, I started to mumble "our house was bigger, but it has never been as beautiful as this house".

He looked at me for a few seconds deep in thought, but I decided to ignore him "Where do I lay my head to rest?" I asked him.

"In my room and in my bed" he stated, with a smirk on his face. My face fell at his suggestion.

"Then you might as well take me back home" I demanded, while looking him straight in the eye with all the determination my tired body could muster up.

He chuckled at my comment and pissed expression "that was a joke. Come, let me show you to your bedroom and just so you know, you are the first woman, that's not family to sleep in this house"

"Is this an official notification to inform me that no sluts stepped foot here?" I asked, rolling my eyes at him and proceeded to walk upstairs with no clue as to which door is mine.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, woman" he playfully warned.

I have to say, I have read him wrong. He came across as unfriendly and bitterly rude, but that's not the case. I wonder what changed and I would love to know why he was so stern and unfriendly the first time I met him. I also don't know what I'm doing in the house of an unknown man, though it's like I don't care enough to refuse him. In actual fact, am I able to refuse him? Am I accepting of his advances because of the lack of attention I got growing up and he provided it?

Ugh! I don't care...for now, or until I have to. Enjoy whatever this is....

We walked upstairs and stopped at my bedroom door. He held the door open and allowed me to walk in first.

"I hope you like it. I'm in the bedroom opposite from you, so, if you need anything you can come knock on my door or send me a message. I will go take a shower; it's been a few days. I'll meet you downstairs when you're done" he said, placing my bag on the dressing table before making his way standing in the open doorway again.

I can't help but to laugh at his statement "wait, so you stayed there the whole time?" I asked him, very intrigued.

He just nodded as he opened his door and was about to head in, but he stopped when I started to speak.

"Thank you, no one has ever done something like that for me" I said, making him turn to looks at me with a frown.

"No one ever did what?" he questioned.

"Cared" I answered, in a soft voice while looking at my feet and decided to end this whole conversation before I cry "I'll meet you downstairs, shortly" I said, entering and closing my bedroom door before he could ask anything.

I took a seat on the bed and glanced around the place, trying to take in my surroundings while trying to rid my mind of my sad past. White bedding with light grey cushions, on-suite bathroom with walk in closet and a king-sized bed from what I could see through the two open doors. I will get a good night's rest tonight; I thought to myself.