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c h a p t e r 34: Confession

I can stand for hours watching these fishes but I'm too excited to stand in a spot. I turn and look at living room, the big, tall windows are covered by thick flowing white curtains, denying me access to the view I'm dying to see outside, but even at that, what my eyes can see inside this luxury penthouse is breathtaking.

On my left is the kitchen and dining table, and as I look up to the high ceiling, I gawk at the uniquely designed chandelier hanging from it and stopping a few inches above my head. There are a few sticks of bamboo plants in the kitchen area, giving it a natural, calm aesthetic, and curiosity makes me wonder if they're real. Although I can't cook, that kitchen calls me.

I turn to look at the right side of the room and there is a large shelf filled with books next to the sliding door that leads to the terrace. Hanging on the wall are two large pieces of art, the one at the bottom is a woven thread of something that resembles Medusa, and the one on top is a painting of northern men riding on horses with their king in the lead, spears, and swords in their hands, heading for something that the artist didn't include on the easel.

This place is paradise, everything is perfect.

What would the rooms look like, I wonder.

"You like?"

Realizing that I've wandered away from the door and ended up in this part of the house, feeling the material used in the Medusa art, I'm startled when I hear Zayyad voice addressing me from the living room where he's standing.

"Yes," is my reply.

"That was designed by Donatella herself."

I gasp, "No way."

He nods, "That's not even something that'll 'wow' you, I want you to see the view. Come,"

I do not delay, I walk to where he's standing and take a place beside him.

He picks up a small remote from the alabaster stone table and presses a button, dimming all the lights in the house and causing the curtains to slowly slide open, revealing a view of the Federal Capital Territory at night.

"Dear Lord," I admire.

The almost endless street lights illuminating the clear roads with few cars driving past because it's late, the stars and full moon bathing us in her gleam. I stand there, tasting the city, living in the moment, savouring this view. This is a sight.

...as I enjoy the view, I feel him looking at him, for the umpteenth time tonight. I know I look good, but enough to earn constant stares from him every second. Stares that make me feel naked. Conscious. Precious. Hot inside.

With these feelings all colliding, we could have sex right here on one of these couches, with the sky watching us and I'll beg he doesn't– Hold the fuck on! Why am I being such a sicko? Head out of the gutter! Out now, out!

I pretend to be unaware and just focus on everything in front of my eyes, and soon, I feel him stop staring.

I'm enjoying the moment when another distraction comes up. My growling stomach. I am hungry.

"We're gonna have to do something about that," He chuckles, walking away and heading for the kitchen. I debate if I should follow him or just stand here and continue looking while he sorts out food for me.

"What do you wanna cook?" I question, following.

His back is turned to me as he searches for something in the kitchen cabinets. "I don't know, maybe noodles," He answers, turning to me with two Indomie noodles in his hands. "We have to get back to the function, we should not be here at all, so it's the quickest things to make right now,"