Falling for the Good Boy *Editing*

Chapter 30

Once the taxi was moving, I pulled out my phone to answer the texts from Beth and Alice. They wanted to know when they could come down to visit, if there were any cute boys and if it was just as beautiful as it was in the pictures.

About 45 minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a massive house right on the beach. It looked like a palace with the columns lined along the front and the the fountain in the middle of the driveway.

"Welcome home," my mother shrieked.

This was far from home.

"It came furnished, the only stuff that needs to be unpacked is clothes and the few knick-knacks we packed."

The three of us spilled out of the taxi and my parents grabbed their luggage from the trunk of the car before it took off down the road.

"Wow..."

"Rae, honey, don't you just love it?" My mom clapped her hands in excitement and ran inside, her purple suitcase rolling behind her.

My dad walked up beside me. "I thought it was a little much, but your mom wanted it, so we got it."

I gave him a tight smile and let him walk ahead of me into the house. My mom had ditched her suitcase next to the door and she was already in the kitchen, running her hands along the island.

"Oh, it's so beautiful. Six bathrooms and four bedrooms. There's a pool in the backyard, even though we're right on the beach." My mom continued to talk, but I tuned her out while I looked around.

The kitchen, with white cupboards and light gray and white counter tops, was blinding to the eye. I walked into the living room, which was a bit dimmer, and took it in. Marble columns were in every corner of the room and there was a massive chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

This was way too much.

I walked up the marble staircase, running my hand along the dark stone handle. When I finally made it upstairs, there were 46 steps, I looked down the long hallway.

Deep red crushed velvet curtains lined the ceiling to floor windows and there was another enormous chandelier hanging from the gold ceiling. I shook my head in disbelief at the amount of grandeur in this house.

I opened the first door on my left and walked into a massive room with a gold and black theme. Gold wallpaper, gold bedspread, black pillows and black bed frame. It was beautiful and I knew that it was my parents room. I shut the heavy door and opened the one to my right.

I knew this was my room as soon as I saw the peach colored walls and a bed with white and gold pillows strewn across it. Thankfully, my room was much more simple than the rest of the house. There were french doors off the side and I walked over to open them.

I walked out onto the balcony and looked over the backyard. There was a pool that looked just like a pond, with a little waterfall and hidden stairs. It was beautiful. I looked past the pool and saw the ocean. It seemed to go on forever until the skyline hit the edge of it.

I yawned and walked back into the bedroom, leaving the french doors open to smell the ocean and feel it's breeze. I fell onto my bed, my head getting buried beneath all of the pillows. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was one in the afternoon. It makes sense, I fell asleep a little after seven in the morning and got around six hours of sleep, even after all of my resting on the airplane.

I looked around the room again and realized that there were boxes stacked by the door. I grabbed my phone and checked to see if there were any messages.