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I woke up the next morning in my lovely comfortable bed, He is nowhere to be seen, which I can't really complain about. The number of times I've awoken to find him sitting in a chair by the bed simply watching me sleep. Rather creepy I know, when I asked about it he simply shrugged and said 'it soothes me' and that was it. Needless to say I didn't ask again. I lay there for a moment just relaxing. You know I never really looked at this room before, it is rather beautiful. It extremely elegant in its design, it looks like something that has been plucked out of a nineteenth century castle. With its marble floors to beautiful doors with gold leaf detail. The whole place reeks of money…lots of money.
Sometimes I get extremely self-conscious about living here. I mean the whole place is full of priceless antiques! Century's old paintings, artefacts that would make an archaeologist have a coronary just being near them, furniture that in some cases cost more than someone's entire home. Its obscene how much this entire house must have cost and what's even more obscene is that He doesn't even appreciate it.
One day I was bored and decided to take a tour of my new abode, so there I was examining this…thing, I had no idea what it was, and I got a cut from the thing. Well didn't that go down well! He flipped out! Threw the thing out a window…literally. Then sat me down and called a doctor to make sure I wasn't bleeding to death, apparently that wasn't enough as I then had to get an injection to make sure I wasn't infected… fun times! I was then put to bed or rather carried and sat down carefully, do you remember what I said about being made of glass? Well anyway I was put to bed and he sat there watching me sleep to make sure I was safe…I was. I later found out that the 'thing' he threw from the window was a priceless Ming Dynasty artefact, I swear I nearly fainted when I remember what happened to it! I'm getting the shakes just thinking of such destruction over a small, tiny cut. How did I get here again? Oh yeah I was inspecting the place.
It is really pretty, a bit like museum or a really old theatre but lovely none the less. I think I've been laying down a bit too long so I think I'll get up and take a shower. The bathroom is another work of art; marble floors, real gold knobs in the shower and to top it off a crystal chandelier, seriously who has a crystal chandelier in their bathroom? As I was saying the entire places reeks of money. After I take a shower I wrap myself in a big fluffy towel and dry my hair. I then walk to the walk in wardrobe but a wardrobe suggests a small room where you keep your clothes. I however have a room the size of a small shop. It is quite impressive if I must say so myself. It has rows and rows of designer clothes, all fitted to my exact size. An entire wall of shoes from Christian Louboutin to Jimmy Choo, Yves Saint Laurent and Manolo Blahnik, there all there and all mine. Another wall is dedicated to handbags and clutches, Hermes Birkin, Jimmy Choo, YSL and Chanel plus many more. The whole room must have costs hundreds of thousands and the weird thing is it was all here when I came here. The bags, shoes, clothes and the underwear, how he knew my size? Your guess is as good as mine. I tried telling him that I didn't need these things. That I would much rather a simple t-shirt and jeans and that I don't need to sleep in a silk satin nightdress that cost €700 but he just looked at me like I was utterly crazy and said that as I was now 'finally completely his' that it was his responsibility to look after me and that nothing but the best would do for me.
So anyway I picked a dress and wedges and went on my way to start another day of my now enthralling life…did you sense the sarcasm? I left our bedroom or maybe I should call it our quarters? It has a large sitting room, bedroom, bathroom and a large dressing room so it's not really just a bedroom… Seriously that's my biggest problem? What's the appropriate name for where I sleep?
I made my way to the dining room for breakfast, which is three minutes away, I timed it one day. That's how big this place is, it takes you three minutes just to walk from one room to another and it's utterly ridiculous. I enter the dining room and notice a maid waiting by the side of the table, ready to pour me my morning coffee. My breakfast is already on the table by the time sit down. I quickly eat my bowl of fruit and then my croissant, which are amazing just so you know. As I'm drinking my second cup of coffee I see the poor maid scurry out of the room so I know who's on his way. Everyone seems to be terrified of him and I know that they should be, he isn't someone you want to be on the wrong side of.
"Good morning my love" He whisperers in my ear before he sits down beside me.
"Good morning Erik" I say with a slightly forced smile.
"Did you sleep well?" He enquires as he takes my hand and starts to massage the back of it.
"Yes I did, you weren't there when I woke up" I'm not particularly curious about where he was but I have nothing else to say.
"Oh I was taking a phone call in my study, did you need me for something?" There's this strange look in his eyes, like he wants me to miss him whenever he's not by my side.
"No no I was just wondering" I once again smile at him, I must admit he does look a little disappointed but quickly covers it up by reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"What do you want to do today?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe we could take a walk?" I needed to get out of this house for a little while. The gardens were lovely and I do love fresh air.
"That would be lovely" He says quietly as he kisses the back of my hand.
As we walk around the garden I can't help but think about how this all came to be. How I got wrapped up in all this. As I said before by the time I realised what was happening I was already a lost cause. I was young, naïve and far too innocent to realise the repercussions of simply being nice to someone and that it could cause such a turn of events.
I could say that this was all caused by my being a foolish teen but now I know the full story, I know that all this was long in the making. My entire life was planned out for me and I didn't even know it. By the time I met him or should I say re-met him I was already a goner…
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