I woke up surrounded by fluffy pillows and burrowed in the
warmest, most comfortable duvet cover ever. I was wearing my hoodie, but my
leggings were off my body, draped over a nearby chair. Sitting up, I was in an
elegantly appointed room, tasteful and modern. There was a note on the
nightstand. Picking it up, I opened it and saw a brief, but sweet message from
Masen.
I’m working out in the
fitness center, cherie. You crashed as soon as the music came on
last night. I held you for as long as I could, before carrying you to your
room. And this is your room for as long as you want it. If you don’t like
anything, we can change it. I want you to be comfortable.
Anyway, I’m yours for the
next few days. Business regarding the loan and renovations for the bakery to
attend to today, but I want to take you out on a date, love. It’s long overdue.
How does making out in the back of a movie theater, dinner and a show,
exploring Museum of Natural History seem to you? Sound like fun? There is
nothing that I don’t want to do with you, cherie. I want to share it
all with you, Bella … truly …
Love you … more than
words can describe,
Masen
Smiling brightly after I’d read his note, I got out of bed,
padding to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and took care of my human needs,
showering and blow-drying hair. After my shower, I blinked up to the mirror,
appraising my appearance. I looked rested, relaxed. No dark circles or lines of
worry were on my face. My eyes were not wary. My posture was not defeated,
carrying the weight of the world. One phenomenal night of sleep had helped so
much. Brushing my hair and tossing it up into a messy bun, I padded back to the
room. As I did, I walked past the closet. I poked the door open, shocked to see
it filled with clothing.
“Fuck me,” I squeaked. I stepped into the closet, which was as
big as Alice’s bedroom at the apartment. I ran my fingers over the fabrics. I
looked down at my shabby sweatshirt and leggings, feeling underdressed and unworthy
of such beautiful things. I plucked off a shirt from the rack, seeing an
expensive t-shirt in my size. “I can’t ever repay him …” I put it back, shaking
my head.
“I don’t want you to repay me, love,” Masen said, his accent
deep and his voice honeyed. I turned, seeing him leaning casually against the
door jamb of the closet. He was wearing some loose shorts with his t-shirt draped
over his shoulder, revealing his bare tattooed chest. His pale skin glistened
with sweat and he looked healthy, happy and fucking sexy as hell. It took all
of my restraint not to ogle him blatantly. “Did you sleep well?”
“So well that I didn’t even feel you move me to the bedroom last
night,” I said, putting the shirt back on the rack. “Masen, this is all so
much. I mean, I don’t deserve this. You may not want me to pay you back, but I
feel … I’m overwhelmed by your generosity.”
“You deserve more, Bella,” he said, taking the shirt I had in my
hand and holding it up to my body. As he looked at it, he smiled. It was
beautifully sexy and crooked, making me shiver with want. The shirt was a
beautiful shade of sapphire blue, with some ruffles running diagonally across
the chest. “This will be lovely on you.”
Bella's Bedroom
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