Poison

Chapter Six

It feels like someone punched me in the face thirty times and did a round house kick to my temple. Ugh! I moan as my hands rub across soft material making their way to my face. A yawn escapes my lips as I rub the sleep from my eyes. I blink them open a few times so that they adjust to my surroundings.

"Great where am I now?" I mutter. I'm laying in a king sized bed engulfed by soft plush blankets. I waste no time in ripping the blankets off and bolting straight to the door. The sound of a door opening behind me stops me before I can twist the door handle.

"Going somewhere?" I sigh in relief at the sound of his voice and turn around to come face to face with Laurentis. He must have took a shower because he's in nothing but a towel. I watch as steam raises off his freshly cleaned skin as he stands there in all his glory. My breath hitched and my eyes travel down his chest to his V line. I remember him having a killer body when we were kids but damn, these past six years have done him justice. He smirks and dries his hair off with another towel.

"Amor, I'm flattered. But you should really get some rest Nemo." I scoff. Moment over.

"If you start calling me nemo again, I'm going to hurt you in your sleep." I mumble and drag my feet back over to the bed catching my reflection in the mirror as I walk past. I'm in nothing but a t shirt.

"Who changed me?" I screech pulling at the hem of the shirt. Nope definitely not mine.

"Would you believe me if I told you the maid did it?" I give him a look.

"No."

"Then there's your answer." He drops his towel and I quickly turn around.

"Way to treat your guests Laurentis." I mumble.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before"

"You're right. Not on you at least," I smirk and turn around to look at him. His jaw clenches, his calm demeanor quickly vanishes. He has on nothing but boxers and a sexy ass attitude. I shake my head and crawl back into bed.

"Where am I?" I gesture around the enormous bedroom we're occupying.

"My home." He exhales and climbs in next to me.

"Whoa-what are you doing!" I yell and climb out of the bed. Is he serious right now?

"Going to sleep. You know-the thing that normal people do when it turns from day to night," He says like I'm a two year old and closes his eyes.

"Nice try smart ass. Why are you sleeping with me?"

"Because this is my room and this is my bed. Now for the love God would you please lay back down and go to sleep?" He whines and lifts his left arm over his eyes.

"No. I'm not sleeping with you. Go away," I know what he's trying to do. I cross my arms and lift my chin.

"Nemo I swear to god-" I smirk and pull the pillow from under his head and the blanket from on top of him leaving him only a sheet.

"Don't bother. I'll find somewhere else to sleep." I open the door and step out into the hallway. He continues to yell but I ignore him.

Maybe I should look around I mean this place is huge. There's eight doors on this floor. I can only imagine how many rooms he has in total. I walk all the way to the end of the hall to the last room. All these rooms and he puts me in his. Nice try Laurentis.

I smirk and open the door my jaw instantly hits the floor. This room is...magnificent...outstanding...fucking amazing. It's the size of my studio apartment with a mini bar and walk in closet. I could live here. I throw the pillow and blanket I've been carrying on the bed and walk around the room. The walls are light blue and there are two doors that lead outside to a deck. The carpet is a soft cream and there are paintings on the walls. All of some guy. They all look man made, like someone took the time to carefully mold different colors together to create something magical. They all have similar themes, pain. It kind of makes me sad. One painting in particular catches me eye. It's a garden full of flowers, if you look closely enough you'd see that there's a woman lying in the middle, but she's bleeding. A single rose is left in her hands.