Lucifer

21. Finally Something

I walk to the living room where I see him sitting on his white Sofa, looking through a folder.

I sit to his right on the same Sofa looking at him, waiting for him to look up at me.

He's wearing a sweat pants and a regular Marina.

He looks at me.

His face looks cooler than earlier and there's this freshness about him. He smells really nice too.

I also saw some perfumes with various fragrances on the dresser and used 2 of them.

I see his eyes shift to my breasts, then the rest of me.

He looks back at my face.

"You wanted to talk" He's not going to ask why I'm dressed like this?

I want to ask him if he recently had the room painted, but I need to get something out of the way first.

"Who's clothes are in the closet?" Was there a woman here before?

Yes I am curious.

"There are yours" What? I don't get it.

"Can you be more specific? I'm certain I've never been here before"

He sigh.

"Everything in the closet were bought specifically for you" Then if they were bought specifically for me that means...

"You planned this?"

He rub his hand over his hair. I notice that it's a little wet too. How would he just know my size? was he the one who purchased them himself?

"I wasn't sure you'd agree to come, but I had someone purchase them beforehand"

I am so surprised right now. Who is this man sitting here right now?

So I guess he set up that entire room for me then. He also got the room painted and that's why I can still smell the fresh paint.

One of the crazy thing about this is that Blue is my favorite color. I think that might be in the files he has for me or he could even overheard it in a previous conversation.

I look away from him. It's also clear that he might have been talking about me based on what Miss Leona said.

He would go to this extent to make me comfortable?

I feel a funny feeling in my belly.

I remember the things he said in his mind. It's seems he cares about me, and he keeps doing and saying things that's making me believe him.

"I'm here for us to talk but you're awfully quiet" I look at him.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" He looks a little confuse.

"You did not feel any pain after you fell hard. Can you tell me why?"

"I want to ask you if you have any idea who could be after you? Can you just not make this about me?"

"Do you really expect me to be around you and not know something about you? You know what you need to about me, so I deserve to know something about you that's not fair to me" I tell him seriously.

He gets quiet.

He sighs.

Is it really a pressure for him to answer my questions?

"I did feel pain, but it doesn't stay. I just...don't feel pain for long"

That's similar to mine.

It's obvious he gets uncomfortable when it comes to talking about him.