**play Wicked Games by The Weeknd when you see (*) for a better read (Not a 2000's song, but it fits this chapter)
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3 months later...
Bunker Hill- Los Angeles
Lauren had always dreamed of a home that could encapsulate both grandeur and serenity, a sanctuary where every corner whispered comfort and luxury. The mansion she'd purchased in Bunker Hill (due to its proximity to Sydney's mother's house), surpassed even her most extravagant fantasies. Nestled atop a gently sloping hill, the mansion's façade was a stunning blend of contemporary design and classic elegance. Tall, sleek glass windows reflected the vibrant California sun, casting a warm, golden hue over the pristine white walls. The entrance, a pair of grandiose double doors made of rich mahogany, opened into a vast foyer that seemed to stretch endlessly.
Inside, the layout was an open-concept marvel, designed to flow seamlessly from one room to the next. The spacious living room, with its high ceilings and polished oak floors, was adorned with plush, charcoal-colored sofas and a collection of abstract art that added splashes of color to the otherwise neutral palette. A fireplace made of marble dominated one wall, flanked by towering bookshelves filled with an eclectic mix of literary treasures and personal mementos. The room exuded an air of sophistication and warmth, inviting guests to sink into its comfortable embrace.
The kitchen, a culinary dream, boasted state-of-the-art appliances and an expansive island made of gleaming black granite. The cabinetry, painted a soft, muted blue, provided a calming contrast to the stainless steel fixtures. It was here that Lauren envisioned preparing countless meals, the aroma of home-cooked food mingling with the laughter of friends and family. Adjacent to the kitchen, a formal dining room, illuminated by an opulent crystal chandelier, promised intimate dinners and lively gatherings alike.
Upstairs, the master suite was a haven of tranquility. The bedroom, dominated by a king-sized bed draped in luxurious linens, opened onto a private balcony that offered panoramic views of the Los Angeles skyline. The en-suite bathroom was a spa-like retreat, complete with a deep soaking tub, a rain shower, and twin vanities. The walk-in closet, spacious enough to house an entire boutique, was a testament to Lauren's impeccable sense of style.
Outside, the lush, manicured gardens and a shimmering infinity pool provided a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. The air was filled with the scent of blooming jasmine and the gentle hum of bees, creating a sense of peace and harmony. It was a place where Lauren could breathe, where she and her daughter Lola could create a lifetime of memories.
Within the cozy confines of Lauren's bedroom, the sunlight pierced through the bedroom window, casting a rich, golden glow that seemed to breathe life into every corner of the room. It spilled over the polished floorboards like liquid honey, the warm hues accentuating the intricate grain patterns and tiny imperfections in the wood. The beams of light slithered up the carved bedpost, highlighting the delicate craftsmanship in stark relief.
As the sunlight reached the bed, it lovingly traced the contours of Lauren's form, bathing her chiseled features in a soft, radiant glow. Her dark hair, a chaotic yet beautiful tangle from a night plagued by restlessness, shimmered under the morning rays, each strand catching the light in a dance of gold and chestnut hues. The contrast between her tousled locks and the pristine silk sheets only added to her ethereal presence. The sunlight lingered on her porcelain skin, accentuating the flawless smoothness and the subtle, almost translucent quality of her complexion. It cast delicate shadows in the hollows of her cheekbones, creating a play of light and dark that emphasized the sculpted planes of her face. Her closed eyelids fluttered slightly as if responding to the gentle kiss of dawn, the light caressing her like a lover's touch, soft and reverent, painting her in the softest shades of morning's first light. Her lips, slightly parted, were a delicate shade of rose, hinting at the serenity of her dreams.
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The Womanizer
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