Moonlight Calling

Chapter 8-Mimi did What!

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Chapter 8

Treasure POV

“I don’t think I’m human” I say out loud to myself more than Christian.

Everything in my life has been turned upside down before it was ever right side up. In one night I got drunk, punched a girl, fell from a window and found out that I was born in a cabin that my real parents died in. Parents? How could that be? My whole life Gary and Barbara have been my parents; now because of some weird dream/vision I’m questioning that? I need more proof, something solid. I start to bite my lip as I think

“What do you mean you’re not human?” Christian asks with one raised eyebrow.

I honesty forgot he was still here. I look over at him standing by the door in all his glory. His sexy toned chest holding tiny water droplets; wet dark hair slicked back and that towel just wrapped around his hips in a way I wish my legs were.

“Earth to Treasure” Christian says waving his hand back and forth. Damn! I was totally perving on him and got busted. Time for damage control

“Uh umm” is my brilliant reply. I need to get out of here and figure things out and avoid answering his question. My mind is clouded enough and I don’t need to be around Mr. Male model daydreaming about being his damn towel. I get out of his massive bed and begin searching his plush red carpet for my shoes.

“If you’re looking for your shoes you won’t find them considering you weren’t wearing any” Christian informs me casually as he strolls to his equally huge walk in closet.

“Do you live here alone?” I ask curiously. Dude seems rich and I’ve only seen the bedroom. 

“Yes” he replies simply and way too vaguely for my taste. Whatever mystery jerk

“How long have I been here?” I begin to wonder

“Maybe three or four hours, you were unconscious the whole time” he answers from inside of the closet cutting off my view of him. Then his words hit me

“What?! What time is it?” I asked him panicked searching for a clock. He comes out the closest fully dressed in a black polo and jeans. He puts a hand on the back of his neck and shrugs before answering me

“Last time I checked it was around 4 a.m.” says Christian 

“No way! It wasn’t even midnight when I started reading…” I cut myself off before I finish the sentence.

The journal. Everything that my dad wrote in the journal is what I saw in my dream only from my point of view instead of his. Maybe just maybe this is all real. Christian is staring at me as if I belong in a room with padded walls. I need to go home and figure this all out before I put my foot in my mouth again or worse jump his bones

“So uh you think you could take me home now?” I ask as nicely as I could. He half smiles making my heart skip a beat

“Yeah sure” he responds while walking past me out the room. I get a whiff of his strong woodsy scent and literally have to slap myself out of his trance. What is with me? I never perved on a guy this hard in my whole life; there must be something different about him.

I follow him out the room into a huge sparsely decorated living room. On the ceiling is a gold shiny chandelier the same color as the carpet. The couch is black and the tables are all glass. Mounted on the wall is the biggest flat screen TV I have ever seen. He’s richer than Ian’s parents for sure