His apartment is nice. Really nice.
It's clean, spotless almost.
Most of the furniture is light with a a coupe pieces being charcoal black, which actually looked pretty. There's a lot of plants around the place, I can spot one on nearly every surface.
Everything is modern and big. The windows are so large you've got a perfect view of the London eye. Roscoes toys and bed are at the wall in front of the couch, left discarded. The moment we walked through the front door he came bounding towards us, before he quickly spotted an uneaten treat behind the door, he picked it up and went happily wondering off into another room.
"Come on Ricciardo, let's get you into some dry clothes, you're drenched" he says while touching my elbow gently to get my attention. I don't jerk away immediately from his touch, which surprises me, instead I absentmindedly lean into his touch.
I'm still slightly shocked as I follow behind him into his bedroom.
It's big, huge even, there's a king size bed in the middle of the room, with two dressers on either side. There a press in the room with about a million toys for roscoe scattered across the room. But it surprises me just how......empty the room is.
I finally snap out of my daze as he walks back out of his walk in closet with a small handful of clothes.
"I'm not putting on your clothes" I say
He holds out the pile of clothes towards me "you can either take the clothes or walk around the streets naked, both are fine by me"
"You know, according to a recent daily mail survey, I'm actually the most desirable women of the year, so I actually think a lot of people would enjoy to see me run naked through the streets"
"Take the dam clothes" he says, shoving them into my arms
20 minutes later I'm in a pair of sweatpants and a jumper, I don't miss the fact that the jumper has a Mercedes logo stitched into the back of it. But it's either wear the jumper or get a cold in the wet clothes.
I walk into the kitchen, spotting Lewis standing by the oven cooking, Roscoe sitting by his feet.
He turns around to face me, I'm guessing he heard my feet on the wooden floors.
He smiles wildly as I walk into the room, his eyes dropping to the jumper I was wearing
"Nice jumper"
"Asshole" I mumble, but I couldn't help but smile slightly as I did
"Give me those" he says, walking over to me and taking my wet clothes from my hand before I could respond
"You're so bossy"
"I have to be, otherwise your stubborn arse won't listen to me"
To be fair, he's not wrong.
"What are you cooking?" I ask as he walks back into the room after putting my clothes in the dryer
"A curry"
"I'll lay the table"
Ten minutes later and we were sitting across from one another at the table, eating the vegan curry Lewis had made, with Roscoe sitting at my feet.
What the fuck is life.
"I heard your song on the radio yesterday"
"Wait actually?" I said, tilting my head
"Yeah"
"I can't remember the last time I listened to the radio"
"I know right" he laughed "you working on anything new?"
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She's back ~ L. Hamilton
Fiksi PenggemarDelaney Ricciardo is fierce and her determined to win at any cost has not made her well liked. But by the time she retires from tennis she is a twenty four grand slam winner and regarded as the greatest tennis player the world has ever seen. But si...
