My BAD BOY in LOVE ✔️

Chapter 6

My BAD BOY in LOVE

CHAPTER 6

Caitlyn:

I woke up from my sleep. When did I sleep? I don't remember sleeping. As I opened my eyes, I wasn't in either if my rooms. Nither in my room of my parent's mansion, nor in the one to my apartment back in NY. But, I took in the surroundings, it was indeed a huge and luxurious room. White and dark blue dominating it. Three doors as usual, one the entrance, second the bathroom and third the closet. The comforter and the sheets were made up of silk. A night stand near the bed, a huge dresser at a corner. I sat up, the curtains were pulled close. Whose room could this be? Why I'm I here? Then, the events came to me rushing. Me arguing with Mom, about not wanting to live with Arthur. She not agreeing, me packaging with him, me doing the stupidest thing in the world. Then, him kissing me. That kiss.... I felt heat raising to my cheeks, the door opened very slowly.

"Oh! You are awake?", His masculine voice said. I just looked at his feet, he wore some comfortable clothes, I can say. I couldn't get the courage to look at him in eye. He came to the bed, I was sitting in right now and sat at a foot of distance away from me. I felt him doing it very carefully and cautiously, like I'm an wild animal and will attack him any movement. Was he the one to kiss me or I jumped his bones and kissed him? The way he is acting, is strange. "How are you feeling, now?" His voice was full of concern. Then, the rest of the events came to me flooding. My breath fastened. "I'm sorry, Meow. I didn't mean to make you cry. I swear I'll never repeat it." He sounded desperate. "Please, forgive me." He pleaded. "At least, look at me. Please."

I looked at him, his eyes held hope and pure guilt. I want to jump at him and kiss the life out of this man in the front of me. How could someone possibly be so cute?

"You don't need to apologise." I made it.

"I know, I know, Meow. I was acting like a complete asshole. I'm really sorry, you know. I'm." He pleaded. I resisted the urge to laugh, but failed miserably. I fell in to a fit of laughter, throwing my head back and holding my chest in the process. When I relaxed, I looked at his amused face. He was looking at me in awe. I averted my gaze from him, feeling the heat raising to my cheeks. I tend to blush a lot in his presence.

"What made you laugh?" He made no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice, only for me to fall in the fit of laughter again.

"You?" I pointed at him, after relaxing. "What did you, just hear me say?" I asked grinning.

He looked bewildered. "Umm, well, actually. I don't think, I heard you properly." He scratched his nape, looking everywhere but at me, a sign of nervousness.

Do I make him nervous? I can make hot a man nervous? I mentally did a happy dance. ."You don't have to apologise." I smiled genuinely at him.

"Are you sure, though?" He looked bewildered and unsure.

"Yeah, I'm." I smiled up at him.

"Ok. Freshen up and come downstairs. The break fast is ready." He grinned at me.

"Ok." I grinned back.

He left me room, closing the door behind him. Huh. Thank God, he forgot about me crying earlier. I pushed the curtains and saw outside. I could see a beautiful morning outside. But, I slept for so long? Yeah, probably I did. God, why do I sleep so much? Brushing the thoughts aside, I went in to the bathroom. After taking a long, hot shower I realised, I didn't get my clothes inside. Infact, I have no idea where my clothes are. Getting out from the shower cabinet, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around me securely, I existed the bathroom. As soon as stepping my foot in my room, I started my search for my suitcases. There were no where to be seen in the room. Then, I opened the closest and found my clothes arranged, the way they were arranged both in my apartment at New York and my room at the mansion. Who could do this? Might be, Arthur has a maid and she did it on Arthur's direction, when I was asleep. I didn't liked the idea of Arthur having a maid. She might have a huge crush on him, definitely. Or wrost, what if the are in a relationship? I shook my head, diverting my thoughts towards my sleep. I really sleep very deep. Should change the habit. I slipped in to dark blue comfy shorts, matching tank top and white converse after blow drying my hair. When I left my room, closing the door behind me, the smell of bacon and eggs assaulted me.I took a long pleasing sniff and looked at the staircase. Oh, the room is at the first floor. Is there someone else who live here with him. I forgot to ask him this, will ask him. As I was descending the stairs, I looked around, there is a huge living room, with a LED on the wall andthree leather couches on the opposite side. The aroma got stronger and stronger. But, what caught my attention was, Arthur singing! Did I tell you his voice is damn sexy? Oh my God! Why God, Why? Why is he so perfect? No, you idiot! Don't think this. He is not perfect. He is a jerk remember? I still can't catchup the lyrics. So, I went towards the voice, taking slow steps.

" -a dime, so beautiful

Top of the line, so unusual

Words can't define,

You're running through my mind all day

I'm so happy you're mine, so beautiful

Top of the line, so unusual

Now I think it's time, hey shawty

I hope you don't take this the wrong way

Girl you look better with the lights off,

Better with the lights off ooh

Girl you look better with the lights off,

Better with the lights off ooh

Better with the lights off

Hey miss America, what you lo-"

In the process of getting closer and listing to him, more clearly I kicked something and he stopped singing. Damn! When I looked down, I saw three cardboard boxes. "Uh, what are these?" I looked at him and regretted it the very moment. He looked hot as hell in white apron, against white t-shirt and khaki shorts.

"Some stuff, come sit." He motioned towards a stool near a counter, with a spatula in his hand. He was cooking something, that smelled sweet. Wow! I obeyed him.

"You can cook." It was more of a statement.

"Yeah, babe." He winked at me, handling a plate to me and keeping another on the another side of the counter. Before I could say anything, he removed his apron tugging it on the wall.

"Don't call me that." I started eating when he sat on his stool and started eating.

"Call you, what?" He arced an eyebrow smirking at me.

"You know, what." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I don't." He made an innocent face.

"Don't call me, babe," I said the last word with force.

"Only on one condition." His stupid damn smirk still plastered on his face.

My heart skipped a beat. "What?"

"You need to call me Boo-boo, like old times." His smirk transformed in to a grin.

"Ok." I smiled at him and started eating again.

After we finished eating. I frowned at him. "Who is going to clean these dishes?" Of course I can't do it. I don't know how to do it.

"You don't need to worry about it. You just tell me, what do you want to do today?" He smiled.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"How about, we watch a movie?" He raised his eyebrows.

I smiled shrugging. "Cool with me. Which movie do you want to watch?" It was my turn to raise my eyebrows.

"How does X-men sound?" He smirked.

"Wow! That sounds great." I clapped my hands, grinning.

He gave me a weird look. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I love x-men." I maintained the grin, holding his hand and pulling him behind me, I headed towards the living area. It was an extremely difficult task to avoid the wamth of his hand. But, more difficult was to let go of his hand, when we reached the living room. I flopped on the black leather couch, when he was inserting the movie.