TimeLess (Time Tells, #2) (ON-GOING)

Chapter Sixteen

The walls were a blend of grey, ice blue and lavender. There was a large four poster bed with lavender and deep grey covers and dark mauve cushions; the carpet too was grey and the walls were texture-painted with a beautiful blend of the two colours that had you unable to tell one colour apart or over the other.

There was my arm chair and an ottoman to the left of the bed, near my side. The curtains were thick and the same blend of colours and they were blackout curtains. But the best part? The eco fireplace right opposite the bed that had come on as soon as we had entered the room.

Kri walks over to his side of the bed and pushes at the wall, a small section swivels and I see a panel. Kri selects something on it and shows me how to work the lights, fireplace, temperature setting for this room.

He then clicks on something and beckons me over to the bed. I raise a brow and sit on the bed and all but fall over. Oh gosh, the bed even worked like a massage chair.

"You're kidding me." I say, he grins at me, pleased with himself and honestly he deserved to be. He even explained that I could change the temperature of the bed—it worked like seat warmers (or coolers) he explains.

I snort, "You should write a manual 'Ten Ways To Be Extra'." I inform him.

"'One Hundred Ways To Be Extra'." He corrects. I roll my eyes, but grin, because of course it's one hundred.

The bathroom is a whole other magical world. It isn't too different from my old one, except of course for the colours and the magnified features. The mirror now can even reflect our backs with the help of a small camera behind us that gets activated only when one of our fingerprints are inputed and we select the option. The mirror then works like a screen, playing the video feed from the camera.

"In case you're doing your hair and need to see the back." He tells me, helpfully. I'm laughing at him. Except, I stop laughing when he inputs another setting that I'm sure I read wrong, because the little vanity space separated from the bathing area with the Magic Mirror, then compacts itself and swivels open like a door into a sauna room.

I walk in with my jaw on the floor, "Kri when will we even use all this?" I ask, staring at him. Oh my gosh, the ceiling and walls were beautiful. It glowed like we were in a room filled with luminescent minerals.

Kri shrugs, "Well, if we ever want to, we don't have to leave the house."

I shake my head, "I love staying in in general, you're enabling my behaviours." 

He leans over to press a quick kiss to my head, "Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?"

I grin, "I thought partners are supposed to push one another out of their comfort zone, be brave and try new things?"

"Ah, that will be tomorrow, when I show you that I've installed a shooting range in the house."

I choke on my breath, "A what?" I ask because I had to have heard him wrong.

He looks at my innocently. "Didn't you agree to learn how to use a gun?"

"I did. But I didn't agree for you to turn the house into a self-defence practice arena." I'm staring at him dumbfounded.

"It was implicitly stated, if anything you should've seen that coming." He tells me, placing a hand on my lower back and ushering me out.

"Oh, geez what else have you done." I ask him. When his expression morphs into the God of Poker Faces, I know there's worse coming.

"Oh, God, the house is a war zone isn't it? Do we now also have a simulation room that will create situations for me to escape out of?" I mutter.

When I see the contemplative look on his face, I splutter out, "That was not a suggestion and I will not have a simulation room in this house!"

"We already have a shooting range," he hedges, "What's one other practice room going to do?"

"It's going to drive me mad!" I inform him, "Stop trying to have some kind of rational barter with me, this isn't normal. People don't have shooting ranges in their house."

"They don't have a theatre either," he says side-eyeing me.

"We now have a theatre?" I ask, barely breathing.

"There's even a popcorn machine."

I press a hand to my face. I let out a hysterical giggle.

"How much did you spend while we were away? Did we actually need to leave or was this a good excuse for you to install seven hundred and fifty new things in the house?"

He gives me a wounded look I didn't trust at all, "I didn't spend too much." It's an almost pouty proclamation. "If anything, it was a steal. Also, I just made hay while the sun shined."

"You used the fact that I wasn't around to throw a gazillion dollars away." I informed him, "And what do you mean it was a steal?"

"I didn't install the golf course."

My eyes bug out and I sit my bum down on the bed, clutching my head. Oh God. He was considering it a steal because he decided against spending on one item rather than actually purchasing all this at a lower rate.

I wave my hand at him, "Don't tell me anything else. I don't want to know. Let me just live in ignorance."

He laughs, pulling me to my feet.

"It'll be fun, you'll see."

Sure. Let's spend a gazillion dollars on fun.

I'm grumpy and pouty until he tells me that he gave away the same amount to five different charities as well. That uplifts my mood greatly and I'm grinning again before long as Kri coaxes me with ice cream, buttered popcorn and an amazing movie. I hated to admit that the experience was fantastic, but it was and I don't think I can ever go back to just watching on a small screen at home after this kind of pampering.

Damn him. He turns to me in the midst of the movie, grinning as he licks off butter from his thumb and warmth melts my annoyance away. Damn everything but him.

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Bye munchkins.