A Way Out

Chapter 29

"I still think this is a dumb idea," Justin texted moments before I got into the cab. Truthfully, I thought the same, but if Donovan was sincere, then this was to meet his parents, not to get in his pants. Though it didn't seem so bad in my opinion. I shook my head trying to push that thought far away.

Raleigh helped me get ready and as she did my make-up, I saw the energy firing back into her indigo eyes. She still hadn't heard from Cole and I feared that what I saw was exactly what I thought it was. If it wasn't, you'd think he'd say something, but instead radio silence. Raleigh told me it was fine. If he wouldn't fight for her, then he wasn't worth it. Hearing her say that got me thinking. I was fighting for Donovan, but he didn't do it the other way around. He gave in, but quickly pulled back after and I didn't know what to do with that.

"We're here," The cab driver said when he put the car in park. I'd promised myself to not look at Donovan's house before I got out. I didn't know what to expect, and I didn't want to be overwhelmed with the cab driver in front of me.

Before getting out, I paid the driver and took a deep breath. As I took in my surroundings, I realized that this was a neighborhood out of my budget. I could never afford to live in one of these houses. I had to say that each one of them looked stunning, just like Donovan's as I laid my eyes upon it. The brick-and-stone house must've been at least ten thousand square feet as I took it in. It was exactly what I imagined Donovan's house to look like. Not a whitewashed villa, but something that looked a little more modest. Though the size of it made that modesty fly out of the window.

I walked up the driveway, passing his Range Rover while still gaping at the house, which was three stories high. The front yard was huge, and I doubted Donovan did that work himself.

I held in my breath as I rang the doorbell, which echoed throughout the entire house, making my nerves grow even more. What on earth was I doing? What if Raleigh and Justin were right, and this was a stupid idea? The wooden door opened. Well, no going back now.

Donovan's blue eyes greeted me with a hint of a smile, and I immediately felt overdressed when I saw him. Donovan clad himself in a black T-shirt and denim jeans with some sneakers to finish it off. Not that I complained about the shirt, though. It hugged his muscular arms perfectly.

"Hi," I said shyly, tugging my hair behind my ear.

Donovan took my appearance in as his eyes traveled over my body, making me feel very self-conscious.  "You look stunning."

I gave him a slight glare, but it still made my heart flutter. "You shouldn't say that," I breathed.

A cheeky grin appeared on his gorgeous features. "You know I can't help it," he answered with a smirk, stepping aside to let me in. O, I knew. He showed me frequently that his restraint sucked. I have to admit that mine wasn't any better.

With some hesitation in my stride, I entered, not knowing what to expect. When I walked into his entrance hall, it gave me hotel vibes. A staircase led up to the first floor and I could see several doors, assuming they would be bedrooms. In the hallway, there were some sofas placed randomly and I honestly thought it looked strange. Who would sit in a hallway?  The only thing that missed was the reception desk.

Donovan did better in his living room, which was next to the dining room. The living room had a classy design. It featured some light colors on the walls with sharp lines in the design. My eyes fell on the large elaborate white couch that stood in the corner. That must've been the most comfortable place in the world. The huge ass TV that hung across from the couch didn't go unnoticed. Why does one man need such a place and how doesn't he get lost?

"My parents will be here in fifteen minutes. Can I get you something to drink?" Donovan offered.

I nodded in response, still overwhelmed by his luxurious home. We walked into the dining room, which was also where the kitchen was, and I sat down on a barstool at the counter.