Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r N i n e

Y/n's POV:

Opening the door, my eyes widen,

The apartment is massive, enormous and so spacious,

We depict on a vestibule with a white-polished wardrobe as then I walk further and trace my eyes over the perimeter,

A kitchen Formica at my right, kitchen island, marble-black, three lanterns above it and then a cornered-counter with faucet, stove, cupboards and a massive fridge, then, throughout the whole apartment, there is a massive-panoramic window that has a view over the whole city, twinkling lights, distant buzzes, vehicles at a far away yonder and other skyscrapers...

Then, closer to my left, there are white couches and a mantle-piece in a middle, it's laminated and framed into the wall, it is controlled by a remote, however the logs are already there, I can only imagine the crackling fire as the flames waltz and serenade together, fondling...

There's a staircase that goes to the second storey and behind it, there's a door, and in distance, another one, whoa, how the fuck can someone afford this, I mean, this really is incredible, but it's just so...wealthy-looking, too luxurious and I am honestly not sure how did I end up here...

'Don't look so perplexed, or have you never seen something like this?' Rafe scolds sarcastically as I smile, also sarcastically, he smirks and places his blazer on the barstool, opening top-three buttons of his blouse, flexing with his muscles as he then paces towards the mantle-piece and by pressing the remote, an illusion of a fire-flames appears,

It does get warmer, I am assured that it has a warming-function inscribed as well,

I pace towards the kitchen, turning on the lanterns above the kitchen-island, the sole source of light are the flames and these tawny-honey hued lanterns, Rafe is eyeing me as he then paces towards the staircase,

'Be quiet, I am going to sleep.' He warns, I chuckle and purposely drop a spoon that I have fetched from a drawer, he frowns and walks closer, however I toss the spoon back in a drawer and step aside,

'Alright-alright I will! Promise!' I defend, he chuckles and grasps my wrist, pulling me closer, I run into his broad chest, his scent of cologne ignites against my nostrils, he glances at me from above, hovering, we keep the eye contact, he crooks a smile, mischievous one,

'You better.' He responds, I can feel each and every muscle on his chest and his hand, he nods leisurely and lets go of me, stepping towards the staircase and pacing up, I glance up, there are even fucking chandeliers in here, Holy-

'Shit...' I mumble under my breath,

My eyes inspect the whole apartment once again, it is beautiful,

Tracing my fingers against the marble counter, I step towards the massive window, I survey the whole city, it looks so tiny from above, modicum cars, little markets, small paths and roads, lights that steep over the most perilous-of streets, at this vantage point, everything seems so tranquil, no care in the World, individuals living their lives, some spending their evenings by drinking a cup of tea, enjoying some breathtaking novels and romanticise the unprecedented,

Some getting wasted since it's just more simple that way, vestige all the dilemmas and live free,

As some have this hole, this morose in them, not quite sure on what it is, maybe it's the petrichor, maybe just this feeling of qualm, I cannot possibly prophesy that, however what I do know, is that...

That at the end of the day, you are left with your hectic thoughts, and only you are in power to decide, how will you deal with them...

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The teeming-flames are not quite enough, I am shivering a little bit, I walk towards the kettle and switch it on, rummaging through the cupboard, I fish out a black-tea herbs,

Pouring the boiling water within the tea-bag, I await for it to cool down, and whilst I do so, I examine the apartment, the door behind a staircase leads to a room filled with shelves of books and at it's side, there's a grant-polished piano, this is not just a rented apartment, someone lived here before, these books are cramped and compartmentalised in their places, labelled in categories,

Classics, Fiction, Thrillers, variety of Languages and more...

Stepping out, I decide to check out the second storey, walking past the balustrades, I first walk to my left, at the end of a hallway, there's a door that leads me to the bathroom, both a bathtub and a shower, a sink at it's side, whereas the door next to it is toilet, with another sink,

I didn't note all the little aspects, however just noting that it is a bathroom,

Walking down the other way, I am met by two doors, facing each other, I am sure that in one of these is Rafe, and possibly both of these are bedrooms, I just don't know in which one he is, I am not in a mood to argue with him about intruding his privacy-perhaps? Despite him potentially not even acknowledging what that is,

For now I leave it and walk back downstairs, taking my tea, I step towards the log fire, the flames of navy-blue, amber and vermilion-red dance against each other, I carelessly observe them, not quite sure If I am even awake or not, just glaring pointlessly...

The warmth of the cup reassures me, my eye sight begins to vestige and become ablur, I force them to remain open, however eventually, I have lost all track of time...

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