Chapitre 23: Secretive Mate
"You can remove them when we get to the house." Mate nods.
" Seriously Mate, is that your house?" I raise a brow at him.
I really need to know the answer to this. I might not have asked questions when I heard he owns the bar, but this have gone far more beyond the not questioning era.
" It is. " He remover the key from the ignition. " Let's go, you need to have a bath." He opens the door and exits while leaving me in the car.
Wait a minute, is my brain really functioning well? Did I just hear him say he owns the house?
That's right, that's what you heard.
But, that's not possible. How can someone own this much in less than four years? It's not possible, I tell you.
" Thinking won't answer your questions Lat. Don't worry about that, I'll answer all your questions when opportuned, right now we need to go in." Coming over to my side, he opens the door for me.
"You're sure about that?" I exit the vehicle, my eyes trained on him.
"Of course. When opportuned, I'll answer all your questions. " He nods with a smile.
*
If I had thought the exterior with its fountain that's a sculpture of a Greek god, and the beautiful garden surrounding the house are beautiful, it's not compared to the exterior.
This is all I've wished go in a house.
The floor isn't tiled, it's made with hardwood. The cushions looks like something straight out of those English homes type of magazine.
"Do you like it?" Mate hugs me from behind, his breathe fanning my neck.
His close proximity and actions made me shiver a bit.
"Like it? I love it!"
Who wouldn't love a house like this? The spiral staircase is currently something that's thief worthy* if that's possible*
"Am glad you do. I bought this house thinking of you." He says.
"Really?" I turn to face him. My eyes sparkling like little diamonds.
"I can still recall all you told me about your type of dream house. I really need to make that dream come true." He says with a self satisfied smile.
"But my Dream house doesn't include so much security." I frown at him.
" I know. " He chuckles at that. " That was all mine. I put the security there for your sake. You don't need to worry about being kidnapped. You're safe here." He pets my hair, his hand ruffling it a bit.
"Am no longer a boy!" I remove his hand from my head.
With him ruffling my hair, it makes me feel like a small child, and that's not what I need.
I need Mate to see me as more than the boy he saved when we were still little.
"You're not a boy? When did you turn into a girl?" He look at my chest. "Last I checked, you were still a boy."
"Am not a girl, am an adult, and you should treat me like one."
A nineteen year old person like I am shouldn't be treated like a boy, at least not by Mate. It makes me feel like he's treating me that way because he still thinks am a small boy.
"An adult?" Mate secretly smiles. "Now if you don't mind Mr Adult, you need to have a bath. Come along, and I'll show you to your room." He tug me towards the stairs.
We climbed the comfortable stairs* I never knew there are stairs that can be comfortably climbed* to the fort floor.
The walls unlike the ones downstairs aren't painted, instead the have these designers wallpaper on them. The shinning butterfly design is what caught my eyes.
"You still remembered?" I touch the shimmering purple wallpaper. My eyes captivated by the blue butterflies.
I can clearly recall the day I told him of a wallpaper that I'll like to have in my house. The wallpaper will be purple in colour, and it'll have blue butterflies in it.
He might know the meaning, but I do. The blue in the purple means I wish he'll get captivated with the purple like the butterflies are, and will cleave to me.
"Of course. All the memories we shared are important, why shouldn't I remember them? " He raise a brow.
" I don't know. " I shrug as I continue to walk.
" This is your room." He stops at at door. " and that's my room." He points at the one opposite mine.
" And those?" I point at the remaining two doors.
" That's the sun room. " He points to the one at the right.
"And that?" I nod at the left door.
"It's... Just forget about the room. It's practically empty, there's nothing of importance there. " He says in suspicious tone.
"Oh." Even as I nod, I still make a mental note to check the room out. I don't like how he sounds, it's too suspicious.
"I'll leave you have a bath. Don't worry, I'll be back when you're true." Smiling, Mate walk towards the door.
With him gone, I would have gone into the room had it not being for the possibilities of him returning. I don't Know why, but I don't want to check the room out when he's still around. It'll have to wait till he goes out.
Taking a very deep breathe, I walk into the room.
The entire room back at the house I live with Jap can enter into just this room and there still will remain enough space.
The larger than life bed at the center looks so inviting and soft looking am tempted to climb on it, but didn't for fear I might dirty the sparkling white spread.
The dressing table at the right hand side of the room looks more like something gotten from one of those movie princess movies. The sparkling gems surrounding the mirror sparkled as the light hits on it.
"Wow," I walk towards it. Mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the thing in front of me. Never have I seen something as exquisite as this.
Gently I run my hand on the wood that looks unlike any I've seen. Not even the ones seen in most of the billionaire trending movies can compare to the oppulence of this dressing table.
Opening one of the cupboards with enough care. I don't think I can afford any of the things here if I mistakenly spoil anything that's why am more than careful in making sure I spoil nothing.
I don't want to piss Mate off.
Opening the said cupboard I looked into it. My entire being mesmerized by the things in it.
Everything.
I repeat.
Everything in the cupboard is made of sparking gems. The combs all have gems designing them. Not a single thing in the cupboard didn't have a gem. All in all, it looked like something called the festival of gems.
"Just how rich is he?" closing the first drawer, I open the second. And like the first, it's filled with exotic looking gems. Ones that looks like the belong to kings and not mere man.
I take up one of the comb, and sit on the pristine looking chair, poised as if am combing my hair.
"You look really out of place here," I frown at myself.
Despite the riches surrounding me, I feel as if am living a pretend borrowed life. One that might be taken from me and given to the person who actually deserves it.
I guess am not mapped out for a world as this.
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