HIS

Chapter 9

To say his house is beautiful is an understatement. I have seen my fair share of houses but never one like this. It is a modern contemporary double story charcoal and white house. Floor to ceiling windows can be seen from the outside and the landscaping that does not disappoint. 

We lived in a huge house, but it was not half as beautiful as this. I am taken out of my ogling by Domenico speaking

"Like what you see so far?" and I just nod at him as we make our way inside. The inside looks even nicer than the outside. The inside has a stunning foyer with huge water wall, wall to ceiling windows, a huge comfy U-shape charcoal couch and paintings to die for. The paintings provide the pop of color the house needed, and everything else is just perfect.

In my amazement I start to mumble "Our house was way bigger, but it will never be near as beautiful as this house"

He looks at me like he's deep in thought, but I decide to ignore him. "So, where do I lay my head to rest?" I ask him snapping him out of his thoughts.

"In my room and in my bed" he says with a smirk on his face and my face fall at his suggestion.

"Then you might as well take me back home" I say while turning and looking him straight in the eye with all the confidence I have.

He chuckles at my comment "that was just a joke. Come, let me show you to your room. And just so you know, I never brought any one-night stands or women here. You are the first woman and only woman that I'm interested that have stepped foot in this house."

As I walk behind him, I roll my eyes at the boastfulness in his voice.

"Don't roll your eyes at me woman" he says.

"How did you know I did that" I question him.

"Because look like someone that will do that and by your response, it seems I'm correct"

I don't respond to his statement and just keep on following him.

We walked upstairs and we stopped at my room, and he open the door for me to let me in "I hope you like it. I'm in the room opposite from you, so, if you need anything you can let me know. I will go take a shower because it has been a few days and the water missed my body. I'll meet you downstairs when you're done"

I can't help but to laugh at his statement "Wait, so you stayed there the whole time I was there?" I ask him.

He just nodded and he opened his door and was about to head in, but he stopped when I started to speak.

"Thank you, no one has ever done something like that for me" he looks at me with a frown.

"No one ever did what?" he questions.

"Cared" I say in a soft voice while looking at my feet and decided to end this whole conversation before I cry. "I'll meet you downstairs, shortly" I say and enter close my room door.

I take a seat on the bed and stare at the room trying to get my mind off what just happened. White bedding with light grey cushions, on suite bathroom with walk in closet and a king-sized bed. I will get a good night's sleep tonight; I think to myself.

I decide to strip out of my clothes and hit the shower. I probably stood there for forty minutes enjoying the water pressure that's hitting my body. I got out, dried my hair with the one working hand and got dressed in a pair of comfortable leggings and a jumper.

When I entered the living room Domenico was already waiting for me on the couch dressed in white t-shirt and grey joggers. He looks different as I always see him in suits. He looks younger and I now get to see his arms and hands are heavily tattooed, but it looks so good.