Undecided Decision

Chapter Fifteeen; Back To The Scars

'Wow the house was truly amazing, it was majestic, elegant simple', my head was filled with different compliments for the enormous white house.

It was spotless with the tiles reflecting my hideous face on it, the comfortable grey L-shaped couch that could easily be spotted from a mile among the white walls and cushions.
"Is there a place I can charge from?" He pointed towards a socket that laid beside the shelf filled with books.

I didn't expect him to be this organized, his shelf filled with books. I guess he is a different person outside his house or maybe they are just there for decoration, kind of reminded me of my mom who used to have a shelf for novels to pretend that we were serious readers but in actual sense, we even tore some of the pages so if you found yourself reading page 10 instead of 5 you couldn't blame us don't blame us, basically I was 8 and I hated books until when I decided to read and enter the explicit imagination of a girl that fell in love with a mafia leader.'

"You actually read these books, " I asked curiously. "Yes I do," he replied giving me a black shirt, pair of white sweatpants along with a no nicely folded clean white towel that looked brand new from the store. I stood receiving the clothes in my hand and walking away.

' I walked without asking where the washroom is. How stupid am I '

"Hey...," I trailed off my voice going low as it can but he had just vanished into thin air leaving me alone in a room that glowed as if it was a nicely furnished apartment in heaven only the celestials of wings were missing. I started wondering if in heaven we would have houses to live in starting new lives.

All the thoughts confiscated when I got more stuff to think about like which door I was to select. I turned the knob on the first door but it didn't budge, did the same to the rest except one, but found no positive result when I turned the knob it widely opened for me, my eyes widely landed on the hottest, sexiest, and most attractive flawed body I had ever met.

I could see the scars that had made a home on his eye-warming smooth back. The scars made it look like he had been tortured before which made me think straight about the mafia in the first book I read instead of scary creepy tattoos, he had a black inked feather that faded into birds his right upper arm, I still don't know why I didn't notice it even though we had sex together, I guess I'm blind, how do I have sex with a guy and not notice it. I quickly came back to my senses and continued my search for the washroom until I heard what made me stop in my tracks, "If you are looking for the bathroom, you can use the one in my room,".

I quickly turned to reply " Ok I will be on my way,". His torso was fated to be one of the hottest bodies I have ever viewed in my teenage existence, his abs weren't too much and neither were they less, I guess he is a perfectionist, my eyes couldn't keep away it was just too perfect his skin looked smooth my fingers longed to trail from his chest and feel each inch of his gorgeous veneer.

I strode into his white bathroom that was filled with creamy marble diagonal placed tiles on the floor and half of the wall, the clothes and towel we're all still lying comfortably in my arms. I set them beside his white sink bowl that was connected to a golden tap with two handles one blue and the other red. Nothing much was in the lavatory except for white and gold. I headed towards the transparent glass-enclosed shower whose showerheads were coated in silver. I took off all my clothes one by one shaking.

'I never got the idea of having a transparent door for the shower because now I see it is useless, what will I do if Mason walks in the bathroom while I'm still exposed'

I turned the knob to let the water flow over me, thoughts about what I saw Jake do rushed through my head making me wonder how it was possible for me to like to guys at once.