Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Did he just say he bought a house for us?
What about the woman he is in love with? Does she know he bought a house for us, or is he lying to her as well?
“Why don’t you let me show you around. I really think you’re going to like it.” Lucca exits and comes around to open my door for me. The entire time, I remain utterly speechless.
Lucca helps me out of the car, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the perfect manicured lawn and flowerbeds surrounding the front entrance. I watch curiously as Lucca gets out a key and unlocks the front door.
I’m still almost certain that the key won’t fit, that it can’t be our house. This has to be a mistake or a cruel joke. The lock clicks open, and the scale of reality tips closer to me believing it.
I’m back to being certain that this is a dream when I step through the front door and into the foyer. My worn sneakers touch the sleek marble floor, and I instantly feel out of place. Everything in her looks bright, clean, and expensive. I shove my hands into my jacket pocket because I don’t think I should touch anything here.
“It still looks a little bare, but I got the essential rooms done. Let me show you the living room.” Lucca ushers me through the foyer and into a hallway. I follow him like a lost little puppy while looking around wide-eyed, like a kid in a candy store.
This house is beautiful. I already love everything about it, but when I enter the living room is when I really lose it. The space is fully furnished, decorated in different shades of gray, white, and accented with teal.
My eyes are first drawn to the large modern fireplace with mosaic tiles. A ginormous TV is mounted above, and a fluffy white carpet is on the floor in front of it. My gaze swings to the most comfortable-looking couch I’ve ever seen, and all I want to do is throw myself into a pile of oversized pillows from that couch.
“So, do you like it?”
Like it? I fucking love it.
I want to squeal, kiss him, jump up and down like a little kid. Instead, I try to tone down my excitement as much as I can. I’m not going to make it that easy on him.
“It’s nice, I guess.” I shrug as if I’m not that interested.
“Nice, huh? Well, let me show you the bedroom.”
“Bedroom? As in only one?”
“Well, there are two furnished bedrooms. But I was hoping you and I could share the master and leave the other as a guest bedroom.”
“I want my own room.”
Lucca is visibly disappointed by my request, maybe even a little hurt, but he can get over it. I’m going to hold on to whatever freedom I have left. Plus, he gave me the cold shoulder for so long, I’m going to give him a taste of his own medicine.
“I’m going to unpack, so if you could bring my suitcase to the room, that would be great.”
“As you wish, your majesty,” Lucca mocks but still turns around to walk back to the car.
As soon as he is out of sight, I run up the stairs like it’s Christmas morning, and there is a pile of presents upstairs with my name on it. I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face when I make it to the bedroom, which is surely meant to be mine.
Just like the rest of the house, the colors are light. The walls are pale gray, the carpet white, and the drapes covering the large bay window yellow. Only when I get closer to it, I notice the pattern of the wallpaper. It’s a paisley design embellished with butterflies. It’s subtle and tasteful, making it artistic looking instead of childish.
I run my fingers over the wall, making sure that it’s real. It feels real under my touch, but it still doesn’t feel right in my head.
Taking off my shoes, I walk over to the bed and climb into it. The bedding is also yellow, and when I throw myself into the pile of fluffy bedding, I sink into it slowly. The scent of fresh linen fills my nose, and I close my eyes, relishing in the smell.
I shoot up into a sitting position when I feel the bed move. Looking around, I realize Lucca has come into the room and placed my suitcase on the mattress next to me.
“Sorry, I’ll try to move louder.” I give him a half-hearted smile. I hate when people have to accommodate me, but I hate not being able to hear someone coming more.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
Lucca nods, running his hand over the footboard of the bed frame. “Enjoying the bed, I see.” The suggestive tone in his voice has me jumping up.