When I pulled up in front of the house, the front door opened almost immediately. The man that stepped out onto the front steps looked as if he was sent down from God himself to be my saving grace. Holy shi-. My breath caught in my throat while I looked him up and down. He was definitely the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. There was absolutely no one from my hometown that could compare to how this man looked.
His muscles rippled underneath the wine colored button up shirt he was wearing. His sleeves were rolled up and the veins were popping out in his hands, creating a beautiful sight against his tanned skin.
His expression didn’t look too pleased as he walked towards my car. I quickly dusted the wrinkles out of my shirt from the long car drive, and finger combed my long, dark hair before I was about to get out. I jumped at the sound of my car door being opened, not realizing he had moved so quickly. He was right next to me, staring at me intensely, and I froze. I couldn’t move a muscle. All I could do was concentrate on keeping my breath steady, and not make a fool of myself.
“Margaret, I presume?” He said in a deep, husky voice while cocking an eyebrow. His eyes were an icey grey, piercing into my timid ones.
Even his voice was heavenly. I must seem like a scared little girl, because this man was so intoxicating. I couldn’t think straight.
“Y-yes, j-just Mollie,” I managed to stutter out, not being able to keep eye contact.
I’ve always had a bit of a stuttering problem. After I got a concussion while playing volleyball, it only worsened. My father always mocked me when it happened, but my mother knew that when I stuttered I was either upset or just anxious. Now if you’re wondering, I’m anxious.
“Alright, you may follow me,” he said before taking off towards the house.
I quickly jumped out of my car so I could grab a duffle bag and a box, before following behind him. When I got inside I couldn’t help but admire how the interior was even more beautiful than the outside. The aesthetic was simple, but breathtaking nonetheless. Mr. Thomas gave me a quick tour around the house before showing me to my room, leaving me time to explore later. He seemed like the kind of guy who got straight to the point, or he just didn’t want to have to bother with me any longer.I couldn’t believe how gorgeous my bedroom was. The colors were neutral: white, beige, and grey, and it was so clean. To my surprise, there weren’t any holes in the walls or water leaking from the ceiling. Was this what a “normal” home looked like? I must say, Mr. Thomas had good taste, especially with how he had my room set up. Even though I didn’t bring that much with me, he gave me a room plenty big enough, all my things would surely fit. It looked like I could’ve fit my entire room from home in here, twice.
After bringing the rest of the bags and boxes up from my car, unpacking, and putting everything away it was about 7:00 P.M. I was starving, but I was so nervous about being here and too tired to go back downstairs to eat. I didn’t even know if he wanted my company for dinner, but I wasn’t going to bother with asking. I threw on a pair of sweats from the polished dresser, and wrapped up in the fluffy comforter. Maybe if I just get some rest, I could manage to find something for breakfast tomorrow. I felt my eyes get heavy, and soon enough my heart rate relaxed to its normal pace as I sunk into the squishy mattress.
All too soon, there was a firm knock on my door and my palms began to sweat. I sat up on my bed, too anxious to get the door.
“Dinner is in twenty minutes. You may come downstairs after you’ve freshened up,” Mr. Thomas said unmistakably.
“T-that’s okay, I’m n-not ve-very hungry. Thank y-you, though,” I replied loud enough it would carry through the door, hoping that that was an acceptable answer. I didn’t want to be rude, since he could’ve left me on the streets, but he made me so nervous I didn’t think I could sit through dinner with him tonight.
“That wasn’t a request Margaret,” he said roughly before I heard heavy footsteps fading down the hallway.
Damn. I flipped the warm, comforting covers off of me and slid out of bed. The hardwood was cold underneath my bare feet as I walked over to my closet. I bet he just wants to get to know me since I’ll be living with him for the next two semesters, that’s all.
I really didn’t feel like having to sit in the same room with him tonight, but I couldn’t avoid him forever. With the little amount of time he gave me, I changed into a cute outfit that consisted of a black long-sleeved shirt with a ruffled collar, a pair of light wash high waisted jeans, and black converse. I quickly brushed my hair into a low ponytail, and reapplied my favorite nude lipstick.I didn’t have any designer clothes or many name brand clothes for that matter. I did, however, get hand-me-downs and clothes from thrift stores from time to time, allowing me to have some cute clothes in my closet.
Once I was finished getting ready, I made my way down the stairs and searched for the dining room. This house was so big, it would take me days to remember where everything was.
“Mollie, the dining room is this way,” Mr. Thomas said behind me. I jumped, yet again, because he startled me. I was clearly roaming around mindlessly and I didn’t know he was right there.
“Oh gosh,” I spun around with my hand over my racing heart, “you scared me,” I said with a frightened look.
“I’m sorry, I was only meaning to catch your attention,” he said with a light chuckle that quickly turned into a charming smile showing off his pearly white teeth. I couldn’t help but notice the dimples that formed when he smiled.
Oh you’ve caught my attention alright, I thought to myself. I just gave him a slight nod in response, and then followed him into the dining room. I didn’t know exactly where to sit considering how big this table was, especially for there only being two people. Leave it to me to be extra awkward and stuck in thought, causing me to stand there for too long.
“Are you going to sit down?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“Y-yes, sorry,” I said before turning towards the opposite end of the long table from him.
“No, sit here,” he said bluntly while pointing at the seat directly next to him.
No thank you! I put my head down, looking at my suddenly interesting hands, while making my way to my seat. I could feel his piercing eyes on me the entire time. I couldn’t believe how quickly his smoldering stare made my heart race.
“I can imagine that you feel uneasy about living with a stranger,” he started while looking for a reaction from me but I kept my eyes on the table. “Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he barked, causing me to flinch, “please. I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about,” he continued with a softer tone resonating in his voice.
“As long as you abide by my rules, things will go smoothly. Who knows, you may actually like it here,” he finished off with a devilish smirk before he began to eat his dinner.
What kind of rules? He can’t be that serious, right? I understand that I’m living here now, and I am more than happy to take part in helping with chores around the house. When I get a job, I can contribute to paying for bills and groceries. I had to do it at my home before here, so that wouldn’t be any different, but what kind of “rules” did he expect me to follow?
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