Hate Me Love Me

21| Simply Complicated 🛌

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"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic." --- Oscar Wilde.

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I say nothing, for a while.

The saying, think twice before you speak, comes into my head. What could happen at his mansion?

Nobody's been there. It could possibly be stocked with weapons. Maybe that's why no one's ever seen inside, other than the library.

But, maybe there're secrets in his house that I can use against him. Secrets not dissimilar to those he used against me. After all, every mansion holds untold truths.

'Why would you want me to stay there overnight. You don't let anybody else. Why me?'

'Vincent and Sebastian practically live there. And why the hell would I let people that're not my friends into my house?'

'We're not friends,' I point out the obvious.

'This is a different situation,' he grumbles out, looking ahead again.

'I'm going to get my overnight stuff,' I get out of the car before he can say anything, and make sure to take the keys with me. When I've got my nighties, face wash, toothbrush, hair brush and some nail polishes, I get back in the car.

The nail polish is just something that'll annoy him.

He puts the address in the GPS and in 10 minutes, the kingdom appears. It's exactly what you'd expect the owner of multiple cities to live in. Tall, cream coloured pillars and freshly painted brick walls with intricate patterns swirled on the edges. The mansion has 3 very high-ceilinged floors, and a massive, dark green dome roof. A mystical water fountain sits in the centre of the round-a-bout in front.

I pretend not to be affected. And I can be pretty good at pretending.

Alaric tells me I'm going to have to sleep in his room, because the maids dust the guest rooms every morning and they'll report my presence to his father.

The halls are silent, eerie, and have a light golden glow. It looks modern in an ancient way. I walk behind him, trying to keep up with his frantically fast pace. His room is dark. Dull. Colourless. It's everything I expected it to look like. The curtains are dark blue silk, like his bed sheets. The floor is white tile, but it's covered with black fur carpets. The TV's the size of his king bed, and there's news playing on it. Muted.

And there's a piano in his room too.

A goddamn piano.

The room smells of paint, like him.

'Not surprised,' I mumble as I flop on his bed without permission. He stands in the centre of his room, hands in his pockets, looking around as if he's seeing it for the first time.

A door is left slightly open in a corner and I walk into it with my bag, changing into my very appropriate nighties. A full-sleeved button down shirt and loose bottoms down to my ankles. Made of cotton, rainbow. Entirely appropriate.

He skims my pyjamas and the corner of his lips tilt up as I walk to his mini-fridge and put the ice cream in there.

'I'm going to paint my nails. Do whatever you want,' I say nonchalantly, feeling excited. I settle on the bed and set up my colours, in the order of the rainbow. Like always. More so, to annoy him and his mostly colour-less room.

He sits on the couch, flipping through the channels on his TV, but his eyes are unfocused. He keeps glancing my way.

Looking uncomfortable all of a sudden, he walks over to me on his bed, and I ignore him, continuing to paint my toe nails.