Mocha In Love

Mocha

♧What is love to you, a meer feeling, a word, or chaos♧

M.o.c.h.a

I silently stood in the middle of the kitchen, watching him pull things out of the cupboards. He wasn't antsy, seeming to know where things laid in his kitchen. His attention focused, and he is still half naked.

I've realized that we were alone in this huge mansion. He claimed that this was the same place mom, dad and I walked in just ten or more hours ago but I doubt it. Maybe because back then it was pretty packed, loud and the chandeliers were dimmed to a blue icey colour....but no, that was not the reason.

I couldn't understand the fact that this was and is the same mansion because when we walked out that double doors of his bedroom, we were welcome to a long and dragged hallway with high ceiling walls at both our sides. I counted and it took us about a minute before we were greeted by grand staircases.

Then upon descending down those thigh hurting stairs, we came to a huge, and I mean huge living area. Black plush chairs, a huge flat screen tv that was somehow attached to the wall. Ours was attached to the wall to but his was practically one with the creamy white wall. It was odd.

He then led me to another hallway, and this one took longer to walk down at as we walked for a full two and a half minute, passing doors after doors. Which I'm guessing where either guestrooms or staff rooms.

I had gasped when we entered the kitchen because the mini dining table at the far corner was made of glass, and guess what? Inside the glass there was a school of fish swimming. Yes, a bunch of swimming fish!

I'm not sure if it was made to be real or that was fake but it was nerve racking.

It's been five minutes since we've entered the kitchen, and he finally turned to me. Random stuff on the marble counter table that almost filled up the middle of the whole kitchen.

He smiles softly at me, raising a brow. "Are you just going to stand there?" Red asked, tilting his head to the side. "Come here."

I don't know what it is. Maybe it's witchcraft. When he says 'come here.' Or when he calls me 'baby' Or even when he drawls my name out as though with a warning, I find myself compelled to do whatever I could do in order to please this man. It disgusted me because I didn't know him.

I  looked down at my feet. Feeling embarrassed at myself as I started walking towards him. I turned slightly and stood right next to him, he turns so his body faced me. A hand stretched out before freezing mid-air. Thank goodness! I don't know how I'd react if he touched me. I don't know if I'll even react.

"Sit on that stool." Nodding rapidly, I jogged the opposite side of him. Jumping a little and taking a sit on the stool that was so high up. My feet where literally not touching the floor. Embarrassing.

I looked up at Red, waiting for his next words. He smiles. "Good girl." He praised me, and dear god did I loose all the air in my lungs. My lips immediately parted as I accidentally let out a pufffed gasp. Looking down my fingers, I puffed out my cheeks to brush the blush away.