Falling For The Enemy

Chapter 5

The ride to my new home was silent. Not a single peep filled the limo only the roar of the road between us. Pedestrians had passed us as so did buildings.

We had finally stopped in front of tall large skyscraper. I'm guessing he lived in a penthouse, that wasn't any surprise for it just meant he wasn't ready to settle down.

I had only imagined how many girls he has brought back to the bachelor pad.

As we made to the top of the building he let me in his- our home. The smell of fresh clean cotton filled my nostrils.

He just simply walked past me pulling out his phone.

" So what room am I in? " I managed to choke out.

" your down stairs." with that he went upstairs.

I stood there confused as to how calm, careless he breathed it out.

I went to large oak doors that I assumed was my room.

I opened it to see luxurious furniture and large windows. Lights so soothing just made you feel at peace. My hands traced over another door which was my closet. It was filled with unbelievable clothes of very rich prices. I mean we had money but never did the over spending. I close the door to my room, noticing my breathing has heavily began. I slide down the door unable to hold back my tears. They spill out like a waterfall that has been barricaded.
How could this happen to me? My father did pay me off as if I didn't matter, as if what I said didn't matter.

I rest my head on my knees holding myself closer. Unable to think, unable to move.