The Arrangement

II

- Home sweet home- Timothy says.

- Speak for your self- I say while I drop my bags on the floor.

All that once was at my parents' house, my home, are now here, at Timothy's palace.

I honestly cannot imagine how a guy likes to live in a mansion with 7 rooms (each with a bathroom), 2 offices, a gym, an indoor pool, an outdoor pool, a kitchen, a dining and living room, a library, a greenhouse, garden and a fucking cinema (as if that was not enough). Not to mention the games room, which looks more like an E3 pavilion. It seems so...cold.

Maybe that's the point of this, he doesn't like being lonely. But on the other hand, he can invite everybody he wants, he can throw parties every day and call every girl he desires in order to come over. So why me?

-What are you thinking about?- Timothy says behind me.

- None of your business- I say while I pick my bags- I am going to put these in my room.

- OUR room- he says smirking.

- If that was supposed to be a joke, congrats, you didn't accomplish the goal to make me laugh. Now if you excuse me perv, I am going to do myself at home, if that's even possible, unpack my stuff and take a shower. - And I leave.

Two hours and a half have past and I am done unpacking all my stuff and decorate my room, not that I can do a lot to make it comfier. I bet the decoration is the same as when the house was made.

The room is huge. A bookshelf is near the XXXL windows that allow me to contemplate the mountains far from here, but still so close. I have a king size bed with satin sheets and a lot of pillows (which I hate to death, it will be a nightmare to pack them every night in the silver ark that is at the bottom of the bed). I also have 3 mirrors (I guess the decorator was narcissistic just like his boss), one full size so I can enjoy myself while dressing, with a place to put jewelry, another at the head of the bed and another on the ceiling above it. Who needs a mirror on the ceiling, I honestly do not need to be reminded that I look like Chucky when I wake up, my mind is already expert in it. Not to mention the dresser in the bottom of the room full of creams, perfumes, makeup, and brushes.

It also has a closet inside the room, as well as TV and all that junk that people spend money and time with.

To claim it mine I decided to put my fairy lights around the mirror and the bed, with Polaroid's of me and my family. My cactus and candles collection on the dresser and all my books on the shelf.

I undress and sink in the tub, giving me permission to relax from all this tormenting day.

After this relaxing moment, I decide to dress my pajama, burgundy silk shorts and top combo with my bunny slippers and some random hoodie.

The house is really quiet.

Strange, where the hell is my wonderful husband (not)?

When I enter the kitchen, I'm surprised to find a note on the top of the island.

Got an urgent call from the hospital.

I'll be late.

There's food in the fridge.

Make yourself home babe.

Kiss, Tim

Well, at least I won't have to get along with him for the rest of the day.

I open the fridge and between frozen caviar wraps (I did not even know that this was a thing but apparently it is) and soy sausages I decide for the sausages and some chips.