But Only In Red Ink || #Wattys2017

Chapter Nine

I woke up to the feeling of a firm hand gently shaking my leg.

"We're here, darling," I heard Michael speak after turning the car off.

I opened my eyes and looked out of the window in awe of what was in front of me. This couldn't be possible. There was no way.

The house was huge for it to be a getaway for two people. It was so beautiful though!

"Are you getting out or do I need to carry you in?" He asked. I could feel his eyes watching me.

I looked at him and shook my head. "I'll walk," I gave him a warm smile and got out the car, going to the trunk. I pulled a few bags out and went to the front door, meeting him there. He'd grabbed the bigger bags.

Opening the door, Michael reached in, turning the light off and gesturing for me to go in first.

The interior was just as beautiful! The kitchen counter tops were marble, the cabinets were cherry wooden along with the table which stood across from the counter.

The black sofa, love seat, and two recliners circled themselves around the fireplace. The giant flat screen hung above it.

I turned back at Michael to the sound of him closing the door with his foot. "Follow me, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping."

I gave him a frown and nodded. He lead me to a door next to the fireplace.

I thought surely he would be sharing the bedroom with me. I was a little upset with this decision. Like really? We'll end up having sex sometime during this weekend anyways, why sleep separately?

When I got into the room, I wasn't as upset anymore. The walls were gray and the bed sheets were white. I loved white bed sheets and gray walls! Other accessories were black, white, or other shades of gray. Red made an appearance here and there.

Michael looked at me. "How do you like it?"

"I-It's beautiful," the issue remained in my head. "Where will you be sleeping?"

"Oh I'll be staying in the basement. There's a room or two down there as well." He explained.

I  nodded in understanding.

"Are you alright with that?" He asked.

I nodded again, but this time I didn't know if I should lie or tell the truth. I lied.

"Let me know if you need anything," he set my bags on my bed and kissed my cheek before walking out and shutting the door.

I sat in the black recliner and rocked myself a bit, sighing softly. It was late and we still hadn't eaten. I prayed he would come through with food while I unpacked a little.

An hour and a half later, there was a knock on my door. I had already finished unpacking so this was great timing. I opened the door to see my king, smiling wide. "Dinner's ready. I hope you like lasagna."

"Lucky you, it's my favorite," I gave him a smile. "And it better not taste watery, white boy." I poked his chest and walked past him.

Going into the dining area, I could hear him following behind me. "I hope that doesn't bother you, by the way." He pulled my chair out and pushed it back in once I sat. "Me being white."

I laughed and shook my head. "Of course that doesn't bother me. Mind you, my father is white."

"I know this, but mind you, even some mixed people dislike whites," he sat on his side of the table. "No matter how much white they may or may not have in their blood."

I shrugged. "I'm not one of them. And if I didn't like that you were white, I wouldn't have come."

His smile crept back onto his face and he shrugged. "Touché."

We both dug into our food, it got quiet as we did so as well. The food was absolutely amazing! I wasn't expecting that from Mr. Fassbender. Like I said before, I expected it to be watery. It was perfect.

But I decided to break the silence. Cut the bullshit.

"So which room did you and your wife sleep in during your anniversaries?" I looked up at him after sipping my water.

He almost choked at the question. Wasn't ready? Did I ask at the wrong moment?

He wiped his mouth with his napkin. "Well, we never stayed in the same room during our holidays up here. She liked to take some time to herself during the night."

"Oh.." I got quiet again. "Am I-"

"No, you're not staying in her room. I usually stayed in there. Her's is upstairs."

"Got it. So another question, why did you bring me up here? To replace her so you don't feel so lonely on your anniversary?"

Shaking his head, he stood slowly, walking towards me and kneeling next to me. "I knew you'd think that. That's why you said you weren't coming for a moment there, yes?"

I nodded, looking into his eyes.

"I really like you, Tia," he took my hand, kissing it gently. "I mean, really really like you. And it's not only the sex that I'm looking forward to this weekend. It's just the spending time with you that I'm excited for. I wanted to get you away from town and take you to a small little paradise. Don't think that way again.."

I nodded, listening to his every word, biting my lip and blushing.

He brought my head up to look at him again. His lips met mine, sending electricity through the veins under my skin. This made the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention. He pulled my closer to him. "Are you still eating this lasagna?" He kissed my neck. I could feel his smirk against my neck.

I tilted my head, shaking it. "I don't think so,"

"Let's have desert then,"