(His POV)
"You got your things?" I asked and she walked out holding a small bag of her things.
I smiled slightly at her change of clothing, a large shirt and leggings.
"Toothbrush?"
"Mmhm."
"Hair brush?"
"Yes."
"Charger?"
"Yup."
"Clothes?"
"Can I wear yours as pajamas?" She asked.
"Of course."
"I've got it all then." She came to me and I hummed.
I motioned her out of the apartment and locked her door.
"Will you ever tell me?" She asked.
"Tell you what?" I smiled knowing what she was talking about.
"Where you got my key?"
"Will it affect you if I do?" I cupped her chin.
"Probably not."
"Then what's the point." I walked past her.
She groaned and I opened the passenger door.
"Careful love. Watch the attitude. You're with me tonight so my threats can't be left empty." I shut the door.
I walked to the other side and she laid her head on the window.
"Are you alright little love?" I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my lips.
"Mmhm. I like how cold the window is." She said and I laughed.
"Okay flower."
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"It's so pretty here. If you live alone why all the space?" She asked me and I smiled.
"Don't make fun of me." I told her.
"I won't." She smiled.
"I don't like small places. I need openness. I'm claustrophobic and if I live somewhere it has to be very open." I nodded and she pouted.
"Cute." She smiled.
I shook my head and she sighed.
"Would you like a bath? The bathtub is huge." I emphasized the word as it was true.
"Would you take one with me?" She looked up at me and I hummed.
"If you'd like." I whispered.
"Then yes." She muttered and I kissed her forehead.
"Follow me." I grabbed her bag and began walking up the stairs.
I heard her coming after me and grabbing onto my belt loop in the back of my pants causing a ridiculous grin to spread onto my face.
I walked into my room and she let go of me, looking around.
"Where are those things you said you had?" She asked and I put her things on my bed.
I went to her, leading her to the place between the foot of my bed and the wall.
"Look up." I said and she saw the chains tied against the ceiling.
"You can reach that?" She asked.
I moved behind her and clutched her waist, my mouth moving to her ear.
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Mr. Aldine's Princess (COMPLETE)
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