Chapter 9 - His house

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ZEE'S POV

First, he went towards the bathroom to freshen up, I guess.

Till then, I looked around the house.

It was quite simple yet classy one.

The room had white marble tile flooring. The walls had a mixture of cream and royal blue combination. 

It had a bed, study table, couch, and a side table.

Then i opened the door to the room.

And i gasped as i looked outside. 

It was a corridor kind of thing.

And then it had a living room, drawing room, kitchen.

Overall, the house was fantastic.

As i was looking around, i heard a voice.

"You are not planning to escape now, are you?" He asked and laughed.

As i was lost deep in my thoughts, i didn't notice him.

I just smiled.

"I mean, you didn't kidnap me, of course," I say and turn around to look at him.

And I was awestruck. 

I was literally.

I couldn't see anything. 

He was there standing still without a shirt, and he was drying his hair.

With a towel.

If possible, my jaw would have dropped to the floor by now.

I just diverted my gaze again.

"Your house is beautiful," I say and look around, trying to ignore him.

"Thanks." He says and laughs a little. 

I literally wanted to die.

Then I looked around and found a clock on the wall.

It said 11 am ?????

Omg I'm so dead!

I start to panic.

My mom would legit bury me alive.

I look around for my bag.

My phone, omg.

It must've so many missed calls.

"Omg, time!" I say and look at him.

"Don't worry, your friend will handle it." He says and passed through me to the kitchen. 

"What friend?" I say.

And he begins explaining what happened yesterday. 

And how I ended up here.

And he already told rush to handle the matter.

My mom called him to ask about the assignment.

And it's all settled. 

I smile and sigh.

Thank god.

I thought it was my last day on Earth today.

I just followed him to the kitchen.

And the kitchen was good too.

It was too big to be a kitchen. 

What even is he?

If he's just a teacher, how can he afford such an expensive flat?

I think to myself. 

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