Their Guy

Chapter 10

Leandrea's POV

"You brought me to Jeremy's?!" I asked my eyes scanning the marble mansion before me. "And here I was thinking that you were taking me to the woods to murder me."

Ryden chuckled in the seat next to me. "Why do all girls think of that?"

"Well it's the first thought that comes to your head," I said with a shrug, getting out of the car. "Why are we here though?"

"Because his mom makes awesome cupcakes," he replied. "And I've been craving for them since last night. And my stuff's here too."

"You just ate a gazillion pancakes," I stated.

"Are you trying to prove a point?" He asked walking up the great marble steps to a door twice my size. "Cause I don't see one."

I just rolled my eyes as he knocked on the door and was greeted by a cherry buttler.

"Good morning Mr. Andrews," he said bowing to him and I tried to supress a giggle.

"Good morning to you too George," Ryden replied. "Where's Jeremy?"

"I believe he's still sleeping. Do you want to be escorted to his room?"

"No it's cool, thanks," Ryden said grabbing my hand and taking me up a huge flight of stairs. A glass chandelier hung high above our heads and the walls were decorated with paintings which I assumed were really expensive.

"Jeremy's loaded huh," I said as we made our way down a corridor.

"Yup," Ryden muttered. "Very."

We stopped at a door and Ryden knocked on it before entering the room. Saying that the room was a mess would be an understatement. The word catastrophe wouldn't do it justice either.

The closet was open and the floor was littered with clothes. Beer bottles and wrappers lay all over the place and I spotted a bra in one corner. What the hell?

Sprawled on one corner of the room on a king size bed was none other than Jeremy. We'd never met, nor spoken to each other. We just had a vague idea of each other's existence.

Obviously everyone knew Jeremy. He was a badboy, player and loaded kid who spent money like oxygen. But this was the first time I'd ever associated with him. Let alone enter his room. I heard Ryden's phone beep next to me.

"I've to take this," he muttered opening the door. "Stay here and don't wake him up till I come." With that he left closing the door silently behind him.

I looked around at the walls filled with pictures of bands and football stars. On the futher end of the room was a shelf loaded with trophies of all sorts. I took a step ahead to get a better look at it, carefully stepping through the mess littering the floor.

Suddenly my leg caught on something I found myself flying and landed straight on the king-size bed over Jeremy.

I heard a grunt below me and was about to get off when a pair of hands encircled my waist imprisoning me there.

"I've always dreamt of waking up with my face in a girls neck," a husky voice said and I turned my head to take a look at him.

A blonde head was cuddling into my neck sending tingles up spine. The head leaned back on the pillow, it's eyes still closed and I got to take a good look at his sleeping face.

He looked good. Blonde hair, high cheekbones and full lips. A few freckles on his nose complemented the look. I also realized that he was shirtless. I began to get up again but the grip around my waist got tighter.