The Enigma Of Deceptive Love

Chapter 15: Osnings Manor

(Slightly graphic form of torture and date rape drugs mentioned, reader discretion advised)

I settle myself to the musky scent of the ostentatious manor I'd just walked into.
Complementing the warm lit exterior, the interior of the house was very thought out.
There was a lot going on, yet, nothing seemed out of place.
From the mini-fireplace in between the chairs under a shade, or the open sofa lounge right in front of the lit fountain, everything was done and kept with a purpose.

Colours complementing or contrasting each other in the most graceful way ever imaginable. It was perfect.

My stuff had been carried by one of Logan's servants. Yes. He had servants and maids, around ten of them.

"I'm barely at home and I don't want a speck of dirt on my things" He'd say, when questioned.

One of his maids actioned me to follow her and led the way. All of his helpers had a uniform. Black and white. Classic.
Men wore a white shirt with black pants, strictly Windsor knotted ties.
I respect that. Eldredge knots are a hassle unless you're experienced, they're also used by people obsessed with having to gloat.
Windsor knots on the other hand, are way classier than some over-done knots that probably are nearly impossible to untie.

Women also wearing the same. Black pants, white shirt and a Windsor knotted tie.
I'm completely straight, but seeing women in classy outfits does get me going.
All the helpers had a name tag attached to their chest. It was tall, slick back brunette Amelia helping me out today.

Nude lipstick and lined eyes, unfortunately, drowned her face out. Yet her features still managed to peak out. Professional face maintained, a warm smile greeted me as she came to a stop after walking to the other side of the manor.

"This is your room ma'am." A strong femininity in her voice.
"Thank you, Amelia." I nod and enter.

I walk into what looked like, heaven.

Latté brown walls, except the one behind the bed, that was mocha. Two abstract paintings hang above the bed.
The bed also had a latte brown mattresses, blankets being different shades of brown.
This house was adorned in brown, from wooden flooring everywhere, the massive staircase that led to god knows where, the exterior and the interior.

I had fake plants on my bed side tables, and the best part?
I had a mini library right across my bed.
Shelves filled with classics, thrillers, romance and philosophy.
The books were arranged in the best possible way - spectrum wise.

I place my luggage on the latté velvet carpet and jump onto the bed, as bouncy as anticipated.
As I make myself comfortable with the woody and comfortable scent of the room, it hits me.

I had just moved in with a complete stranger that I was semi-attracted to.

Jolting me, I hear knocks on the door.
"Come in!" I say, still out of place.
Logan opens the door. He was also still in his suit, sans the coat and tie.

"I see you've met Veronica." He says, eyes fixed on the shelves.
"She's magnificent." I reply.
"Agreed."

I'd been wearing the same shoes since we'd left. Yesterday.
We'd reached Osnings Manor at two a.m.
No one seemed to notice or comment on us leaving "for school", at what looked like nine p.m.

No one knew the time there. No one.

By the time we'd reach the end of the conversation and were about to enter the "smiling at each other awkwardly on accidental eye contact" phase, he'd already reached the corner of my, probably temporary, new bed.

"May I?" He asks, referring to sitting on the bed.
"Last time I checked, this was your house." I snort.
He nods approvingly as he removes his shoes, folds his legs and sits on the bed.
Soon enough, taking one of the three tiny pillows on the bed and placing it on his lap.