You are my precious obsession

Chapter 12

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He braked infront of his house. Which, for the record, did not look like a damn house to me. It was atleast twenty times bigger than my old apartment, I would say this is a damn mansion.

"Don't drop your jaw again, this is just a house." He teased, but too late. My jaw was already dropped. "Close it." He chuckled, looking at me as if I was something amusing.

Snapping out of it, I shut my mouth close and was again stunned by the amazing architecture. He beckoned inside as he held the open front door for me. "Sorry, there are no butlers. I came here to stay temporarily afterall."

I wasn't listening to a word he said, too busy as I mindlessly took in the beautiful tiles and chandeliers hung up in the ceilings, feeling so out of place. And as he said, there were no one in this house- I meant, mansion.

"So, you cook?" I asked, turning to him. He was casually tugging at his tie, his fingers working the fabric loose. He let the tie slip and hung it over a chair beside him.

"Oh? Uhh, yeah." He answered, stretching his arms up like a little kitty after a long nap.

"And you are still alive after eating your cooking? That's a miracle." I rolled my eyes with a smirk, bullying him never loses its fun.

"Wow. Yes, I am very much alive, thank you." He said dramatically with mock angriness, plopping on his couch and pat the cushion near him. "Come on, Tommy, sit." He called me as if I was a puppy.

"How dare you." I laughed, it was always something I'd say to annoy him when we were kids.

I sat down next to him, the cushion was so soft that I would die to buy one of these bad boys when I buy my own house. "Can I steal your sofa?" I asked, nudging him.

"Sure." He shrugged with a smug grin. "You can take it after paying me ten thousand bucks. For you, as you are my best friend, I would exclusively give you 0% discount."

"I said 'steal'. Not buy." I playfully punched his shoulder. "Okay, enough chit chats. Where's the game at?"

"Let me get them. Give me a minute." He got up and set up the humongous television to play the videogame. I confidently cracked my knuckles, he was going to miserably lose to me as always.

He threw a controller on my lap and grinned. "You can chicken out if you want, I completely understand if you are too scared to lose, noodles hair."

"Oh, please." I snarled. And as usual, our gaming session started with him trash-talking. Then the next step will be me destroying him ingame. I smirked. "Don't come crying when I crush you, detective."

After a little more trash-talking, we finally dove into the game. I grinned as I threw his little character out of the window, he was rewarded with the 'You lost' title screen for the hundredth time.

"You're cheating." He dropped his controller onto the couch. "No one can be that good."

"But one can be as bad as you." I shot back instantly.

"I-I'm just letting you win like a good friend." He acted childish which made me burst into laughter. He just stared at me while trying not to strike a smile. "And you're cheating."

"Hey, it's called skills." I snarled, brushing some non-existing dust off my shoulder smugly. "Don't be so bitter just cause you don't have it."

"How about this?" He said in a business-like tone as if about to give me a life-changing deal. "Whoever wins ten times in a row gets bragging rights for life."

I smirked. "Henry, oh poor Henry, I have destroyed you twenty times in a row." I nudged him, my grin widening in amusement. "So, that gives me bragging rights for two lives."