It wasn't until I woke up the next day that I realized that Jonathan took me home. His room, or the room I was in, was huge and tastefully decorated. I was afraid to make a mess.
There was a note on the mirror. I got out of bed and read it. Shower and change.
There was a change of clothes in the bathroom. This had to be Jonathan's room because of the guy clothes on the floor.
I wondered if Jonathan had lent me his room and slept somewhere else, or if he slept in bed with me.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Jonathan was sitting on his bed watching the huge flat screen I didn't notice when I woke up.
"How are you feeling?"
I shrugged. "I don't have a hang-over, just a tiny headache."
"Hungry?" I nodded. He turned off the TV and got up. "Follow me."
The house was pretty much empty.
"Where is everyone?"
He shrugged, "Out and about I guess."
I looked at the huge grandfather clock. It’s 1. I was amazed at how long I slept in. Once in the kitchen I saw a bunch of breakfast made.
"Get what you want. The microwave is over the oven." He pointed. "I'll go get you some aspirin." Then he left.
I sighed and served myself. This place was pretty boring. At least there is stuff to do at my house.
When he came back into the kitchen, he put the bottle of aspirin by my glass of milk, then he sat down across from me and stared.
"What?" I asked. It was starting to freak me out.
He shrugged, "It's weird to think that you're going to be my wife in a few months."
He nodded. "They didn't tell you?" I shook my head no. He sighed. "Well then, I'll tell you. Our fathers are in a hurry to make us marry. The sooner they do the sooner they can both retire. Marrying you gives me access and control over your entire family's assets. Our dads want to retire so they don't have to deal with corporate bullshit anymore."
"So us getting married is nothing more to you than getting money out of my family."
He shrugged. "For now. We have a few months to get to know each other. My mother is planning the wedding with help from your mother." I groaned. He smiled. "At least you will get to choose your dress and maid-of-honor. Everything else is being planned out."
"Do you think I'm attractive?"
He nodded, "Of course."
"Do you think we can have a real relationship? Or that we're not compatible?"
"If you were yourself last night, I think we'll be fine. You might have to tone it down a bit at family functions."
I nodded, "I do."
He smiled, "We'll be good then." His phone started ringing. He sighed when he looked at the caller ID. "DeVino." He answered. I couldn't hear the mutterings on the other side of the conversation, so I stuck food in my mouth. "What do you mean they robbed you?" That sure as hell peaked my interest. Jonathan made eye contact with me. "Call Carrlino and tell him to meet us there." A muttering. "Yes, I fucking have her, mind your own fucking business." He snapped at the person on the line. Then he shut the phone.
I raise my eyebrow at him, "What was that about?"
"It appears to be a robbery."
"Why does my Dad have to meet you there?"