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3. Bedroom twist

The usual pattern. By the time I woke up, Tiffany had already been gone. The only difference was that now I knew where she was going all these mornings. It was good to know. I liked to have some kind of control over things. Over her.

And I spent another day in my little studio. The thing is that I never told Tiffany about the transformation of the guest's house. She would probably get mad, but I didn't really care. I needed my space after all and since this used to be my grandmother's house, I was practically the right to do whatever I wanted.

During my work, I couldn't really concentrate. I kept thinking about Tiffany and last night's incident. "Are you and Hyoyeon a thing?" Why the hell did she care for? Maybe she just wanted to have control over things like I wanted. Maybe we had that in common. She might have thought that if Hyoyeon and I were dating, there would be a possibility I moved on with her. And then she could have the mansion for herself. I don't know. Tiffany's mind was unpredictable. I couldn't really trust her. She was a stranger after all.

The day was beautiful, but I needed to stay inside and finish some demos, compose some more songs. My mind though was somewhere else. Her lips and her eyes, her figure, her voice. She was all over me. Why was I feeling this way? What was that thing I was feeling towards her? One thing was for sure: I didn't love or hate her. But to be honest, this was the first day I was expecting her to get back home. Maybe I wanted to see her a bit more, converse with her, get to know her. Maybe she wasn't that bad after all.

At 8 o'clock she was home. I heard her car engine. Now I knew why she was driving such an expensive car. The company paid her well. And I wasn't getting paid nearly well, since I was selling my demos for nothing. Anyway. I heard her high heels approaching me, while I was still in the studio. Yes. She paid a visit to the guest's house for the first time that afternoon. She had no idea that I was in there or that I've transformed the whole place.

"Well, this is an interesting place." She said as she opened the door. Damn, she was so fucking attractive in her total black look.
"You would prefer the way it used to be. So I changed it."
"You don't know what I prefer and what I don't, Taeyeon."
Taeyeon. My name on her mouth sounded so damn right. It fitted her lips perfectly. I wanted her to say that again. Or maybe I was crazy. Hyoyeon's words crossed my mind for a bit, as I was staring at Tiffany's body. "Have you ever considered fucking her?" God. No. My thoughts were making no sense.

"Are you all right?" She asked me.
I nodded yes.
"I'm ordering pizza, in case you haven't eaten." She kindly offered. "Meet me in the kitchen as soon as you're done with work."
That was great. It was probably the first time she was offering me something. Maybe it was her pay day...

After a while, I met her in the kitchen. Pizza was here so I grabbed two glasses and a new bottle of red wine. Apparently we were both frequent drinkers. I liked that. We spent some hour chitchatting, eating and drinking. It was fun. I couldn't stop eating her with my look. Thank god we were both tipsy, so she couldn't realize what I was doing. That was one of these times that I forgot how much I wanted her out of my house. That I wanted her to get out of my life. 

To be honest, if I was sober, I would consider my actions a pure craziness. I found that woman damn attractive day by day, but at the same time I wanted her out of my house. What the fuck was wrong with me.

"So... are you currently seeing someone?" I was bold enough to ask. The alcohol had hit me and I wasn't ashamed of anything at that point.
"No. It's been a while. Like a long time." She admitted blushing. "I try to focus on work now."
"How old are you by the way?" I had to ask.
"25."
"Oh!" It slipped my mouth.

Tiffany looked at me and burst into laughter. We both did.
"Hey, do you wanna go upstairs and watch a Netflix movie in my room?" She suggested. "I mean... it's only 11."
"Alright." I said and brought some more wine. That was really happening. She invited me in her fancy room and I accepted without second thoughts. I was easy.