Living in a Mansion

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sophie

Fortunately I have caught up enough to know to see Ella and Ms Macintosh walk through the sliding doors, I ran to catch up then started casually walking behind them as I had be there the whole time, as I did I couldn’t help but glance back.

Dylan was glaring straight at me while easily carrying my suitcase in one hand which made his muscles bludge. Shit, I once again was flushing from head to toe. I righted my gaze back on Ms Mac Intosh and little Ella and tried to tune into their conversation but my mind was still on Dylan, Luke and the prospect of the meeting the “twins”.

I realized as I looked at Ella that she also was going to be gorgeous, with the same bright blue eyes and white blonde hair as her brother and she already had an energy about her that would attract people to be in her presence. Jesus Christ, what was with this family? They were all gorgeous and handsome.

“Sophie dear, did you catch that?” inquired Ms Mac Intosh.

“Uh, sorry no” I said snapping out of my daze and burning with embarrassment.

“It’s ok dear, I can see you’re lost in your thoughts and must be very tired” she paused and smiled “I said you will be staying in the west wing in the main house but it has a joined en suite with Dylan’s room, is that ok dear?”

“Sure” I manage to choke out with a smile.

Oh no, I was screwed.

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We pulled into a long winding driveway with big trees either side, I’d forgotten they lived on an estate one hour away from the school I’d be attending. I’d spent the one and a half hours travelling in the car sandwiched between Dylan and Luke, while Ella sat in the front with Ms Mac Intosh chattering away. By god that trip was so stressful, I’d spent the entire time trying to avoid physical contact and failing miserably and had also been so tense the whole time that my muscles now felt sore.

There was green everywhere and I stared with awe at everything, we approached a mansion at the end of the drive, it wasn’t massive but it was big. It somehow managed to seem huge and impressive all at once. With its sandstone bricks and ivy covered walls it was truly beautiful. I realized my mouth was hanging open and I was leaning across Dylan to look out the window, pressing my face to it, in fact I was leaning so far across to the side I was nearly in Dylan’s lap. I jerk back and avoided eye contact by staring at the ceiling, the floor, my hands - everything but Dylan and Luke and scowling at myself not to blush. Again.

We pulled to a stop in between the front of the house and the roundabout fountain (which I had failed to notice as Dylan had distracted me. Again.) and piled out of the car. As the family headed towards the house, Dylan grabbed my suitcase as I went to grab my bag. I threw the bag over my shoulder as Dylan closed the boot and went to go take my suitcase off Dylan.

“I don’t think so princess” he said swinging it out of my reach giving me and ‘I dare you’ look.

“princess?” I asked with a what the f*** tone.

“Yeah, princess, I’ve decided that’s your nickname” he smirked evilly.

Annoyed and tired as I was, I still hated that name, so I lunged for my suitcase and quickly realized that Dylan has positioned himself in a way that I would have to be chest to chest with him to grab the suitcase from behind him. I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction so I pulled back and stared into his eyes my heart beating fast, leaning forward, sliding a hand down his chest his eyes glazed over and breathing quickened and while he was distracted I darted around him and snagged my suitcase. I attempted to drag by suitcase behind me and take off at a brisk walk but an arm sneaked around my waist and yanked me back making me drop the suitcase.

“I don’t think so princess” Dylan’s low sexy voice growled next to my ear. Shivers went down my spine.

He spun me around fast, too fast as I lost my balance and started to topple over. Dylan grabbed me inches before I hit the ground for the second time that day. Dylan leaned in till he was a breath away while holding me off the ground, then he kissed my cheek as whispered in my ear.

“Keep trying princess”

With that he set me up straight and picked up my bag which I don’t remember dropping, handed it to me, picked up that damn light blue suitcase and headed towards the house.

“You gonna stand there all day?” Dylan shouted over his shoulder.

I threw my hands up in the air in frustration, growled and muttered a few choice swear words. I hated that suitcase.

Dylan’s laughter floated back to me.

Welcome to bloody England.