Marrying Mr. Shaw [EDITING!]

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                          I rolled my eyes as he softly brushed non-existent dust off his blazer arm and pushed open his mansion door. Rich people for ya'.

                         "This is my home." He murmured. No shit, Sherlock. He walked inside very quickly, first. What a gentleman I thought, rolling my eyes once again. Sometimes I wished I could shut off my sarcastic mind. 

                              As I entered the mansion, I paused.

                         The inside of the mansion was more beautiful than it looked outside. I was now standing at Mr. Shaw- the world's richest man's living room. 

                                  The living room screamed rich as I tilted my head up, amazed at the bright, diamond lamp brightening the whole of the truly crafted room. The floor was created out of white, pearl tiles and the walls were also white but wallpapered with a majestic, realistic but simple design of clear white-grayish bricks. The six seated sofa also matched the walls and floor as it was snow white but the sofa pillows made the house more stand out as it was red. 

                             In front of the sofa was a black, transparent glass table and a gray glass plate which held perfectly arranged grapes. Also there was a black pen and empty notepad laying on the table.

                              The room illustrated success, style and money. This reflected the entire room. I must say, Mr. Shaw has great taste in house interior.

                        "Sit." He demanded.

                           "I'm not a dog." I mumbled.

                    "What?" He asks.

                                  "Nothing." I say as I sit down on his couch.

                            Mr. Shaw grabbed hold of a black chair and dragged it with him, stopping it opposite me. He sat opposite me and grabbed a pen and note pad from the glass table. He furrowed his eyebrows and clicked his pen. I watched him as he began scribbling God knows what on the pad, looking like he's in stress already. I must say, he looked extremely hot. Shut up, mind!

                         "What's your last name, Lucy?" He asked, his eyes still glued to the pad. This is time first time he has ever said my name and that gave me warmth. 

                 "Uhm Baker." I replied. As Mr. Shaw began writing again, I witnessed a white stair case that probably led to the rooms upstairs. 

                "Age?" He asked, his voice beginning to sound more and more angrier every minute. I gulped.

                       "18."

                "School?"

                   "What?"

                       Mr. Shaw finally looked down at me, his eyes boring into mine. 

                           "What school do you attend, Lucy?" He asked, brusquely. Should I tell this arrogant idiot the name of my school? I mean, I hardly know this guy!

                             "Uhm..uh Riverside High school." I blurted. He twitched his upper lip a bit, staring at me without any expression on his face. 

                         "Ok." He breathed, writing on his pad again. 

                                 "What are you doing?" I asked, cupping my chin with my hand. Mr. Shaw carefully placed his notepad on the table and tilted his head down at me. His facial expression changed from bored to amazed. But he hid that by covering the amazement look with the same bored look again, in disappointment.