Stone Cold (Editing)

5: Movies

~MIKAYLA'S POV~

What's happening to me. I'm not falling for him so quick. It's just a friendly hug that's all.

The man owns a freaking mall for Christ sake and then said I can take what I want, who wouldn't hug him.

I wasn't even thinking. Daniel is really making me feel different though. I sighed. Yeah, differently insane.

The first store I went to was the footwear store. I took a lot of footwear that I couldn't even walk with.

Second was the clothes stores. I'm obsessed with shopping. I buy clothes even though I can't wear everything in a month, cause I buy a lot. I left the bags with the clerk.

I then went over to accessories, they were blindingly beautiful. I took what I liked then something else caught my eye. I wanted to buy it so I took it up.

I was about to pay when Daniel stopped me. "What kind of man do you think I am? I'm not that evil." I raised one of my brows. I'm confused.

What is he talking about. "There is no way I could make you pay for these, Vanessa would kill me and my parents will be suspicious. I told you to take anything you want. Is something wrong with you?"

I still bought the thing though cause I wasn't paying for my stuff.

I stuffed everything in a range rover because he wasn't going to bring them in his 'PORSCHE'.

He called some men to help with the bags so that's how I got them all in there.

After about 10 minutes or so, we pulled up in the parking lot at his house. And yes he has a parking lot because there's a lot of vehicles there even though he doesn't drive them all.

We took the stuff out of the car and placed them in my room. And by we I meant me and the guys because Mr goody two shoe over here doesn't want to get his hands dirty, on my clean clothes.

I laid on the couch tired as a mule who walked couple miles without water. The guards were so kind to help me bring them to my room.

Even though I'm kind of a hybrid, I'm pretty weak for some reason.

While lying down I felt a presence over me. I opened my eyes to see a shirtless Daniel. "What is wrong with your shirt?" I asked while getting up.

Nothing can be better than this sight right here. I'd never get tired of this, no matter how much of a jerk he is.

"Nothing is wrong with my shirts. This is my house so I feel free to walk around half naked." He flashed a smile towards me. Damn those dimples. Me being me, my eyes traveled way down until I stopped at his feet. And those tattoos all over his body.

He's yummy. What is wrong with me? I mentally screamed.

"Are you interested to find out if I'm as yummy as you think I look?" He asked raising one of his eyebrows. "And the sight of me naked is way better than this, love."

Flustered. His accent with his face and body is something I don't think I'll ever stop thinking about.

I shot up stairs and locked my door before I found out if he read my mind or not.

These thoughts need to get the hell away from me before he thinks I like him.

I took a shower and got dressed in a black oversized t-shirt and a white shorts.

I went back downstairs to see him sprawled out on the couch. I was once again lost. 'What is this dude doing to me?' I asked my self.

"I'm not doing anything to you, love." I looked at him and he laughed. "You coming?" He questioned. He had a big bag of popcorn in his hand so I'm assuming he's asking if I'm coming to watch a movie.