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" I don't think this is a good idea" I said again for the millionth time.

" We have talked about this". He calls me out.

" Yes but..." I begin.

"We are already here lily, please just trust me and do as I say". He begs.

I shut my mouth up having nothing else to say to him. He's right we have talked about this.

But how am I going to stay at his house now, since I told him everything that transferred between me and Venessa along with the mystery called scar.

He freaked out so much, more than necessary I thought. He instantly made a decision that I will not be staying alone at my apartment.

I tried so hard to convince him that it's no big deal and that I will manage but he didn't listen to me.  I know that he cares About me and honestly after what happened yesterday I also do not feel like staying in that apartment.

And suprisingly his parents have no problem whatsoever with me staying.

"This is it". He turned to look at me after pulling up at the driver way.

I looked up at the big mansion that looked like a castle. With shiny surfaces and bright lights. The cleaners must have been doing a good job.

I gasp. "You live here".

"And now, you will too". He threw a smile and got out of the car. He brought my bags from the booth, I offered to help but he could manage, he says.

We walked to the front door and before he rings the doorbell. The doors opened and a woman appeared at the door.

The same woman that adopted him five years ago. His aunt Marie ops!, his ma.

" Lily". she called and hugged me.

That was quick and more friendly than I expected.

"How are you mam?". I asked unsure of what to call her, I pulled away, a genuine smile lingered on her lips

"She's grown more prettier". she commented and held my hand.

She took me into the huge living room with a massive, beautiful chandelier hanging above our heads. The room was decorated with expensive paintings, the floor is made of shiny looking Mables.

Bc took my things upstairs and aunt Marie called her husband. They are such friendly people that I found myself chatting and laughing with them in no time.

"Dad, can I talk to you?" Bc called to his dad making us fall silent.

I looked back at him and he threw me a smile before disappearing into a room with his dad.

"Let me show you to your room" aunt said and I nod.

She took me up the stairs hand and in hand, to two rooms facing each other.

"Here, my dear is your room and this is Rick's room". she informed and showed me mine on the right.

I looked down and begin to thank her.

"Don't thank me dear, you are Rick's friend and he has told us a lot about you. We are happy to have you here". she said with a smile leaning in to stroke my hair in a motherly way before walking away.

I guess it's her sign of telling me to feel at home.

I turn and glanced at BC's room or should I say Rick's room before I entered mine.

The room was huge, so huge that I only get to see such on tv with a big dressing mirror, a wardrobe and the softest bed ever.

I grabbed my suitcase and began to unpack my things, after snuggling the bedsheets ofcourse.

"Need any help?" I heard him ask.

"Look who's here Bc or should I Rick". I teased, without turning my head to face him.

He walked up sitting on the side of the bed he said. "I think Rick is  just right".

"Nah, am liking bc better".

"You know am not still a bathroom crier right?" He called me out.

I shook my head. "Really?. Then?".

"Am a man lily, men don't cry especially not in bathrooms". He furrowed his brows at me.

"Oh so you are a man, how I didn't notice". I rolled my eyes and smile mischievously.

"Ha-ha you are not funny". He said,  "But if you want proof then-".  He stopped and smirked.

My eyes widen and I almost choke on my spit.

" Oh my God, ew!, When did you turn to this".  I hit him with a pillow and looked away from him.

He laughed. "I thought you didn't notice but it looks like you really did." He said and got up to leave.

He stopped and turned over his shoulder "I have the best news for you".

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