Accidentally In Love

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Christian eventually pulled into an underground car park for a large apartment building; he pulled a swipe key out of his centre console and activated the big roller gate to open. I then made the informed discovery that we were indeed at Christian's apartment and this is where I would now be living.

I held back my annoyance at that, I'm sure I had adamantly told him I would not live with him, yet here he was practically controlling my life now. I suddenly realised why he didn't have long-term girlfriends, maybe they didn't like how controlling and bossy he really was, not to mention how much of an arsehole he was, or his arrogance, stubbornness, immaturity... okay, I'm just going to stop that train of thought, it could go on all day if I let it.

He pulled into a car park that was thankfully not far from the elevator. After climbing out and popping the boot, he handed me one of the smaller lighter boxes to carry up, whereas it seemed he went for the largest one he could find. Was that supposed to impress me or something, show off all his male testosterone and strength rah rah rah, well considering he had carried all the boxes down to his car originally, I wasn't that impressed, besides it was only clothes after all.

When we finally made it up to his apartment, of course he had to be on the top floor and have the penthouse suite; it was generally exactly what I had expected his apartment to look like.

It had the minimalist appeal to it, and everything seemed to be either black or white, the typical bachelor pad dream really. It had a large flat screen TV hanging on one wall, with stacks of CDs and DVDs surrounding it, a large sound system and black comfy couches that seemed long enough for even Christina to nearly lie down. But what really caught my eye was one wall was completely covered in wall-to-ceiling windows, showing a stunning view of Central Park, I hadn't realised we were actually this close to it, and as I walked closer I saw that we were still a couple of blocks back from its boarders but the height of the building allowed us to look over those in front of us.

"You can have this room over here." Christian said, capturing my attention.

He pointed to a door close to where I was and lead me in. It was quite a simple room really; a queen-sized bed took up the majority of space, with black sheets and a white duvet it seemed to stick with the theme of the apartment. A bedside table sat on either side of it, with matching black lamps on each and a single alarm clock on the far one. The rest of the room was pretty plain, except for two doors that I presumed lead into a bathroom and wardrobe, but the simplicity of the room drew my attention once again to the windows that covered the entire length of one wall, they weren't wall-to-ceiling windows this time but being in a bedroom I was glad they weren't, they didn't need to be to capture the view of Central Park.

"I'll go down and grab the rest of your boxes while you unpack if you want." Christian said after placing the box he was carrying down in one corner. I nodded at him, not wanting to take my eyes off the view just yet. "Just umm... make yourself at home I guess."

I barely noticed that he had left the room, but eventually I tore my eyes away from the window and started to empty the first boxes into the wardrobe attached to the room.

It was close to dinner time when I next left the room, the boxes mostly all empty apart from the two that were fill with keepsakes as my now ex-building manager had called them, there weren't many places I could put them in my room, but I had taken out a couple of my favourite photos and placed them on my bedside tables for stashing the boxes away in the corner of the wardrobe.

Christian was laid out on the couch in a pair of casual jeans and t-shirt watching a game of football on the TV. I took a moment to actually look around the room properly then, the kitchen was tucked away in the corner but in comparison to the one in my old apartment, it seemed pretty grand just judging by the appliances dotted around the counter and how expensive it seemed to look. The counter ran around three walls, with cabinets running along above it the whole way, there was obviously plenty of storage space, especially considering the size of his pantry and fridge, but instead of leaving the kitchen as an open-spaced area, a fourth island counter had been added with ample space on either side of it for entry to and from the kitchen, with barstools running along one side of it, that was how I noticed he didn't actually have a dining table or anything.