STAY , Don't Go! (COMPLETED) ✔

CHAPTER TWO

(Aesha)

"Thank you," I said. I thanked the maid who escorted me to the restroom. Now, I'm facing the white giant double doors. I raised my hand and grasped the doorknob, turning it and opening it wide. Their restroom is huge and spacious. "Wow! This restroom can accommodate six families," I said to myself. I closed the door behind me. I placed the clothes Alexander lent me on the basin. I continued to look around the entire room. The walls were made of glass, and the tiles were made of marble with an Italian flower suburb design. What else can I expect from Alexander Henderson? He's different from the wealthy people I know. He's kind and knows how to mingle with people even if they're not on his level. But why did he seem like a bad boy when we saw him at school? I stood in front of the large mirror and looked at myself. My hair was a mess, and I just noticed the bruise on my forehead. I touched it and felt the pain. I looked at my body. My clothes and pants were soaked. I hesitated for a moment as I took off my t-shirt, feeling a bit uncertain about the unexpected turn of events.  As I glanced at the attire laid out before me, my eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the short dress. I wasn't accustomed to wearing dresses above the knee, but this one looked undeniably stunning and expensive.

Feeling a pang of reluctance, I briefly considered opting for the pants again, only to realize they were still soaking wet. With a resigned sigh, I acknowledged that I had no choice but to embrace the unfamiliar attire. Stepping into the dress, I adjusted it awkwardly, trying to find a sense of comfort in its unfamiliar length. Though out of my comfort zone, I couldn't deny the allure of the garment and the undeniable elegance it exuded. With a final adjustment, I resolved to wear it. I looked at myself in the mirror again. It's only now that I realized this kind of clothing suits me, but I'm not comfortable. I glanced down and noticed the wound on my knee. It wasn't big, but it was bleeding. I lifted my leg onto the stool and wetted my knee.

I stood up straight and tied my hair into a messy bun. It's the only hairstyle I know. I folded my wet clothes and put them in a paper bag. I stepped out of the restroom and headed to the living room, where Alexander was waiting. I found him sitting with crossed legs and crossed arms, staring outside. He shifted his attention to me when he saw me approaching. He looked at me from head to toe. 

He stood up and grabbed something from the medicine kit that was still on the table.

"Sit down," he ordered. I complied, and he knelt in front of me. He took my leg and rested it on his thighs. He applied a Band-Aid to my knee. He must have noticed the wound.

"Thank you," I said, smiling. He just looked at me. He handed me a cream.

"Apply this on the wound once it heals to prevent scarring. It would be a shame if your beautiful legs had scars," he said, standing up. "That outfit suits you," he said seriously.

"Thank you. Did you know that I feel awkward wearing this kind of outfit? I'm not used to it." I said. He looked at me, blinked a few times, then turned his gaze elsewhere.

"That's the type of clothes my sister wears," he said. 

"Um, where are my belongings?"

"Don't worry about your belongings. They're all soaked from the rain, and I'll take care of them. I'll have them delivered to your house right away. It seems like you have something important there. Am I right?" He asked, and I nodded.

"You don't have to do that, but thank you."

"Just give me the address where you're staying." He handed me an address book and a pen. I accepted it and wrote down my address. I handed it back to him, and he accepted it, placing it on the table. He stood up and grabbed the keys to his car. "There's a thing I want you to do- in return for my help to you. But I won't ask for it now," he said seriously.