Sleeping With The Enemy (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Four

(Emmett's Point Of View)

I groaned at the invading light blinding me through the open window across the room, I was way too comfortable to get out of bed and my bed felt way more softer than usual. I squinted at the brightly coloured quilt covering my body in confusion, I never owned a quilt like this because I never had that much money to buy expensive stuff like satin bed quilts, Oh god. I had slept in someone elses bed!

I kicked off the blankets and threw myself out of the bed grimacing at the sharp burning pain that shot through my body as I hit the carpet, I had slept in my minders bed and wearing his clothes too! I peered down at the oversized shorts and sweater I was wearing and thought back to when he walked in on me last night and my cheeks started heating up again at the embarassing thought.

My gaze fell up on the set of clothes that were neatly folded at the end of the bed, my dark black skinny jeans were folded underneath a white dress shirt and my black satin waistcoat I had thrown to the back of my closet years ago. As much as I want to disobey the dress code but I don't have any other clothes with me, I sighed in defeated as I struggled to pull on the jeans over my aching bruises and gashes with the fabric rubbing painfully against my burns secretly wishing my healing would kick in by now.

I shoved the bottom of my shirt into the waistband of my jeans and threw the waistcoat on over the top and buttoned it up, to be honest I don't know why I threw these aside because I make this look good. I brushed a few fingers through my hair before wandering out into the dining room, I had noticed how regal it was with all expensive tables and chairs with satin drapes and another section with a giant L shaped lounge and a TV mounted on the wall with beautiful detailed paintings hung neatly alongside it.

I found Lucien standing in the kitchen with his phone in his hand talking to someone on the other line, I liked the way he smiled it seemed warm compared to his cocky exterior. I found myself staring at him until he cleared his throat loudly furrowing his eyebrows at me impatiently.

"I just got off the phone with your old minder's partner, They have a little girl that's half an hour old that wants to meet you." He smirked taking his blazer off of the chair.

"O-Oh well, I would love to. But I haven't been outside in years. I would get a step outside and probably curl up in a panic attack somewhere" I sighed shifting from foot to foot.

"That's why I offered to take you, if you have someone with you it's less daunting. Mister Amory was my mentor when I first started so I wanted to go see too" He smiled pulling the blazer on over his shirt fixing the lapels neatly.

"O-Oh. It's fine I can go without" I shrugged shoving my hands in my pockets staring out of the window.

"No, I said I would be there with you in tow, So as your minder it is my job to discipline my under subordinates" He frowned taking a trench coat down from a hook by the door.

"I really hate this minders bullshit." I hissed through gritted teeth finding the pair of chuck taylors that were sat at the foot of the bed.

"Granted because you're continuously being bossed by people but I don't tend to do that much" He turned the door handle and pulled the door open.

"Do I have a choice?" I snapped crossing my arms grumpily seriously wanting to crawl back into my own bed and nurse my injuries, that was it.

"No. You do not. Take this jacket though, it's cold outside" He held a black cargo jacket out to me motioning for me to take it from him.

"Of course I don't. You're all the same" I scrunched my nose up and snatched the jacket out of his hands and shoved it on before glaring back at him.