I took two cups and poured the orange juice. I padded out to the dining room and set the cups and plates down.
"I made you a plate." I told him and shuffled back to the dining table and sat down. He skeptically walked to the other side of the dining table and scanned his plate.
"Did you poison it?" I scoffed "I'm not trying to be the most hated person in America for killing you." I mumbled then ate my food. I needed to start cooking more because it was wonderful. I looked up from my plate to see him taste my food. He slowly chewed it while I sat there in anticipation. I saw something flashed through his eyes once he tasted it. Then he just shrugged dismissively.
"Had better." He scooped another forkful into this mouth. "Yeah, whatever, once you had my food there's no going back. My food is the better food." Not being arrogant, but my food is top ten. We ate in silence for the next five minutes until he spoke again.
"Where's your keys." My eyebrows scrunched together and I look up at him. He watched me lazily waiting for my answer.
"In my purse- why do you need to know?" I questioned.
"So the movers can go get your things." He lightly said drinking his orange juice not breaking eye contact. I choked on my food and gulped down some orange juice.
"I thought this was a one time thing. I'll just be called your girlfriend, fiancée, and wife, but I'll be still living on my own."
"Once I announce our engagement the whole entire world will know you. What fiancée lives somewhere else?" I stayed silent knowing he had a point. I pursed my lips thinking about living here for God knows how long.
"The only thing that'll change is that
you can sleep in a different room from
now on." I sighed in defeat and got up.
"Your room was boring anyways." I muttered.
"What."
"I'll go get the key." I walked to the stairs.
I came back to see the dinner table cleaned off and the dishes done. I shrugged knowing I didn't have to do them now. I spotted him at the bar typing on his laptop typing and I place the key next to him.
"Are you still taking off tomorrow?" I heard from behind me.
"No." I started shuffling around the house because I'm bored. I came across a sign that said theatre, of course. I stepped into the room and see a miniature theatre.
Oh, what money can do for you.
I saw a touch screen on the wall and pressed it. Movies are listed down the screen and I scroll. I find Deadpool 2 and tapped play. I skipped to one of the higher seats and sit. The lights dimmed and the movie starts. This is my favorite room.
I practically spent the whole day watching movies that didn't even come out yet. I laughed, cried, screamed. Honestly the best Monday ever.
I glanced at the time and it's already 10:00pm. I looked down at my phone and I went cold.
Mr. Valerian: your things are here and unpacked.
Mr.Valerian: where are you
Mr.Valerian: this isn't funny azalea
Mr.Valerian: your going to regret not answering me
Mr.Valerian: when I find you-
Mr. Valerian: you know you have to find me to get to your room.
"Merde!" I jumped out my seat and ran out the theatre room into the hallway. I speed walked down the hall into the living room. I searched for him, but he's not here. I walked about the stair case skipping every other stair and walked into his room. He isn't in there either.
I padded around the whole house basically giving myself a tour until I came across a glass wall. I squished my face against it and my jaw dropped. Holy macaroni and cheese the guy is built. I saw him running on the treadmill working up a sweat with his shirt off. He has muscles everywhere. I unconsciously rubbed my stomach wishing I had abs.
I cautiously walked around to the door and opened it.
He looked like he's in deep thought, restating straight ahead with his eyebrows furrowed. I coughed grabbing his attention and he stopped the treadmill. His eyes shifted to me then narrowed into slits. I nervously laughed scratching the back of my neck.
"Where were you." His annoyance was clear as day. I rocked on the ball of my feet. Silence filled the room as he kept glaring at me.
"The theatre, watching movies." I cringed. I felt like I'm getting in trouble by my father.
"So uh, where's my room."
"You think I'm going to tell you?" He looked at me like I'm dumb.
"Yes, I need to sleep somewhere." I tried to reason my feet still rocking. He stepped off the treadmill then stepped in front of me. he bent down to be eye level.I watched as sweat dripped off his forehead down his nose bridge. I looked into his stormy eyes then gulped.
"Find somewhere to sleep." His voice icy cold. He then straightened back up and took a towel from the shelf.
"Okay, I'll go just sleep in one of your many rooms that have beds." How stupid does he think I am?
"I thought you might do that, but all of them are locked." His expressionless face turned towards me and a smirk stretched on his face. I stood there dumbfounded at him acting childish.
"Come on, man! I'm sorry okay?" I tried to apologize. He made it difficult for no reason.
"If you we're sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place." He walked pass me and down the hall. "Maybe tomorrow morning I might tell you where to find your things." He called from over his shoulder.
"Son of a pute, I can't stand you most of the time." I yelled back at him and storm off the other way. I opened a door that isn't locked and I'm met with a bathroom. I looked in the cabinet and see toothbrushes, soap, shampoo, and other toiletries that haven't been opened.
"I guess he keeps extras." I grumbled and grabbed the stuff and dumped them on the counter. I ran the bath and took a long shower scrubbing my hair in anger. I put back on the clothes I had on because I don't have any other clothes.
I sulked back out to the living room and up the stairs. I tie my wet hair in a bun with the scrunchie I thankfully had on my wrist. I glared at his door then tried to open it. Out of all the doors he locked he doesn't lock his own. I walked into his room and searched in his drawer for another shirt and shorts. I take off the pair I had on and slip on the new ones.
I went back down stairs and looked into one of many closets and found a fluffy grey blankets and pillows. I took one of each and pulled them off the shelves.
It was around eleven and I had work tomorrow. I tugged them over to the sofa and slumped myself into the comfy couch. I found the remote and turned on the smart TV. I went to Netflix and selected the office.
The office theme song played in my ears as I laid down on the sofa. I smiled and snuggled into the cozy blanket.
I dozed off on the sofa until soft foot steps rung through my ear. I was still half sleep so I didn't bother opening my eyes. Someone sighed and I heard a soft "I knew it."
I twisted around to face the cushion because the light of the tv was too bright. Big arms scooped me up, but I was too lazy to care. They took off the heavy blanket then proceeded to walk.
"I thought you were going to come into my room." They softly whispered heading towards their destination. My body was met with a soft mattress and I hummed in approval. I then drifted back off into a deep sleep.
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Not Really Mine
Romance"What are you getting at son?" His father watched both of us warily. "She's not really My-" the word was about to slip out of his mouth. I wouldn't let it, the conscience in the back of my head wouldn't allow it. I acted on my instinct and gut. I...
