Disguised Soulmate

4 - Cold and Calculated

*Warning! It gets slightly heated in there somewhere. Anyways, enjoy.*

I glared at the infuriating man in front of me. After our 'moment', he had bundled me up in a spare woolly blanket that had been laid out on the bed and had taken me away from the (still ongoing) party. 

Lucas guided me through the hallways and helped me into his black Maserati. It was a gorgeous matte black colour and the interior made me fall in love with the car. The seat warmers installed were a dream come true in the cold weather and the smooth leather was extremely comfortable for my tired state, causing me to drift in and out of consciousness whilst in the warm passenger seat.

Eventually, I heard the purr of the engine cut out and the gentle movement of the car came to a standstill. I vaguely heard Lucas open and shut his door but I was still too far gone into sleep's addicting clutches to fully recognise or comprehend anything. I heard my door open and I could feel his body heat soak into my skin when he reached over to take off my seat belt. I felt his arms around my knees and my back, holding me up as he made his way into his house.

"I've never seen anyone look so adorable when they sleep." He whispered, the vibrations from his chest comforting me. From where I was held, the steady beat of his heart resonated in his chest and lulled me back to sleep.

The next time I woke was when I was safely tucked up in a large King sized bed. I knew exactly whose room I was in. The sheets were made out of a deep, navy blue satin that matched two of his walls, one of which was a wall of windows, and the last was a sliver colour. There was nothing on the walls; he had left them empty. No pictures or posters. Nothing to suggest what he liked, who he admired, his hobbies, his interests or his family memories. Absolutely nothing.

The bed was in the middle of the room, along the wall opposite the windows, was an oak dresser. The bed was sandwiched with oak bedside tables. Silver lamps were atop the tables and one was clearly used more often due to the variety of things spread on it. It was clearly the one next to the side he slept on most. 

The large windows overlooked a large pine forest and I could see the city of London in the distance, the bright lights glittered from a distance. I could stare at the view all day and the rising sun made the view even better. 

On the silver wall was a big television and two doors. Deciding to investigate out of pure boredom, I pulled the sheet back to see that I was no longer in my dress from last night. Instead, I was in a large shirt but I still had my underwear on, thankfully. I frowned at my change of attire but ignored it, my primary focus was firmly on satisfying my need to explore. One of the doors led to a huge walk in closet. Half of the closet was taken up with different shirts, shorts and trousers made of obviously expensive materials from high-end brands. Underneath the many items of clothing was a large range of shoes on two shelves. The other half of the wardrobe was kept bare, completely empty, though I assumed that was where his soulmate's belongings would go. 

The other door led to a huge bedroom that was bigger than my entire apartment on its own. It was marble floored and the shower had jets in all different directions. It was large enough for an army and made me realise the kind of privileged life Lucas had growing up. The bath was more like a mini pool. The sink was surrounded by a marble counter and on one side of the sink was all of the Princes hygiene things like cologne, aftershave, a couple of towels but the other side was bare, like the wardrobe. I came out of the bathroom and was surprised to see Lucas waiting for me, perched at the foot of the bed with an eyebrow raised inquisitively in my direction.

In the early morning light, he looked even better. I started to notice the smaller details that I had missed last night at the party, such as the small dimples in his cheeks when he would talk and his nose piercing glinted, reflecting the sun's rays. I was a sucker for dimples.