You're Mine // WLW

Thrillers, huh?

Billie's challenger pulled up to her gated driveway. The soft glow of the headlights lining the pathway leading to a sleek, modern house nestled behind thick trees. Her house was massive, a sprawling architecture marvel that must've cost well over a million out here in LA.

Her house was made of smooth concrete and glass framed the exterior, blending elegance with an edgy minimalist style. The large windows stretch from floor to ceiling, revealing warm lights from within and an impressive pathway led up to the entrance. Surrounded by lush, meticulously landscaped greenery, it was a perfect balance between natural beauty and high end architectural sophistication. It was the kind of place that felt both inviting and untouchable—a true LA dream home.

Billie looked over at me, her expression more relaxed now. "You ready?" she asked, a small smile breaking through her previous irritation.

I nodded, trying to seem calm, when in reality I was internally screaming at the fact that I'm here at her house. We stepped out, and Billie led the way to the door. Her footsteps were quiet on the stone path, the air around crisp and cool.

When she unlocked the door and pushed it open, I followed her inside, taking in the space that felt so distinctly hers. The interior was warm and inviting, filled with warm tones, mismatched furniture and soft lighting casting a comfortable glow. There was a faint scent of vanilla and cedar wood lingering in the air, wrapping around us and we stepped further inside. She dropped her keys on a side table, glancing back at me as if she was gauging for my reaction.

"I guess I got you to my house after all." She joked, giving me a playful smirk.

"Uh, yeah, who would've thought." I stammered, but still letting out a chuckle trying to suppress the nerves that were absolutely off the charts.

"Make yourself at home," she said, her tone now softer and inviting. "Want something to drink or...?"

I shook my head, though my eyes took in everything around me, soaking up every detail. It was surreal being here, in her space, where her music, awards and personal touches blended together into an intimate picture of her world. I watched her move across the room, wondering where this night might lead us.

"So," she said with a smirk. "welcome to my humble abode." Billie stepped aside, sweeping her arm out in a mockingly grand gesture and giving a playful exaggerated bow. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked up at me, that hint of sarcasm in her voice adding a dose of charm.

I let out a soft laugh, walking past her. "Humble, huh?" I teased, taking in the vast space around me. The open layout stretched out with high ceilings, polished concrete floors and modern furniture that looked straight out of a designer catalogue.

"Okay, maybe humble isn't the right word." she admitted, dropping the playful act as she slipped off her shoes and padded into the living room that was set in the middle of her house, motioning me to follow. The space felt oddly intimate despite its massive size.

Billie moved over to the couch, her body settling into it sideways with one leg casually draped over the edge, excluding that effortless cool she seemed to carry everywhere. She looked over at me, patting the space beside her. "Come sit." she murmured, her voice gentle but somehow pulling me right into her.

I kicked off my shoes near the door and crossed the room, feeling a little shy yet oddly comfortable. I settled down on the couch beside her, but leaving enough space between us.

"I'm really sorry about dinner," she started, her voice genuine but laced with the slightest edge of frustration. "That was...definitely not how I wanted things to go."