Chapter 8
Sonny opened the penthouse door and let Carly walk ahead of him. She walked in slowly and he shut the door behind them. Carly looked around.
Carly: Wow . . . it's dark.
Sonny shrugged.
Carly: But thanks for letting me stay here. I'm glad you offered. I didn't want to impose on my mother.
Sonny: It's fine. Hey, if you want to go get washed up, I'll take you out to get some new clothes. Just leave your dirty clothes outside the door. I'll wash them and dry them for you while you're taking a bath.
Carly: Okay. I can do that.
Sonny: The guestroom is at the top of the stairs. It's the first room on the right.
Carly nodded.
Carly: Okay. Thanks.
Carly slowly headed upstairs and went into the beautiful guestroom, which had, it's own bathroom.
Carly: Nice . . . it's so beautiful.
She realized that she was just talking to herself. She looked at the large bathtub that was round and took up most of the bathroom.
Carly: Wow . . .
She was amazed. She walked back out into the bedroom and shut the door. She removed her clothes, left them out in the hall, and walked into the bathroom. She started some hot water in the bathtub and poured some bubble bath powder in. The bubbles began to form and she stepped in and sunk down to the bottom. She relaxed against the cool porcelain of the black bathtub that matched everything else in the bathroom.
The hot water felt nice against her painful bruises. She put her hand on her belly but remembered that there was no longer a child in her womb. She sighed and felt a tear trickle down her cheek. How could she miss a child that she didn't want so much?
She sighed, trying not to think about it. She closed her eyes and thought of Jason. She loved him so much and there was nothing in the world that she wouldn't do for him. A moment later, Sonny popped into her thoughts. His eyes, that smile, those dimples, and his amazing charm.
Carly took a deep breath.
Carly: Get a hold of yourself, Carly.
She finished her bath in silence, trying to think of Jason, but her thoughts kept traveling to the man that she didn't know. The man that helped her out when she didn't want to burden her mother.
She stepped out, dried off, and pulled a white bathrobe on. She wrapped it around herself and tied it firmly. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. She walked over to the dresser where a new brush was sitting. Sonny was prepared for everything, wasn't he?
She took it and started to run it through her golden locks. She looked at her bruises in the mirror and she just couldn't look any more. She put the brush down and looked away. She walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. She slowly crept downstairs where Sonny was sitting on the couch drinking some kind of liquor. He saw Carly and his eyes immediately went to her beautiful legs. They were so perfect. Her long, smooth legs led up to the bottom of the bathrobe which left a lot to the imagination.
Sonny: I'd offer you a drink but I don't think you're even of the legal drinking age.
Carly sighed.
Carly: Chill out. I'll be twenty-one in August.
She walked over to the bar and poured herself a brandy.
Sonny: Okay . . . but if you get caught drinking . . .
Carly: Like you're worried about the law.
She sat down on the opposite end of the couch that Sonny was sitting on.
Sonny: Don't worry about my business.
Carly rolled her eyes.
Carly: Besides, I'm sure you haven't been twenty-one for long. You've probably been drinking far longer than you let on.
Sonny shrugged again.
Carly: So . . . what's this business that you send Jason on?
Sonny: That's none of your business.
Carly drank down her brandy and put the glass down on the coffee table.
Sonny: Your clothes aren't even in the dryer yet.
Carly: Great.
Sonny: Are you cold?
Carly: No. I'm fine.
Sonny: Are you hungry?
Carly: A little.
Sonny: Sit still. I'll go fix you something to eat.
Carly: Please tell me that you have frozen pizza.
Sonny made a face.
Sonny: No . . . but I have hamburger. I'll make you the healthiest and the best burger that you've ever had.
Carly: Right . . . that means it'll have a slice of lean beef and a tomato.
Sonny: Don't underestimate the power of my cooking skills.
Carly smiled a little as she watched Sonny walk into the kitchen. She shook her head and leaned back into the couch. It was so comfortable. She could definitely get used to it. She got up and slowly walked into the kitchen.
Sonny: I thought I told you to sit still.
Carly bit her bottom lip.
Carly: Well, I thought that if I was going to be staying here for a little while, I should get to know the entire penthouse.
Sonny: Well, this is the kitchen. You're not allowed to cook in it.
Carly raised an eyebrow.
Carly: Excuse me?
Sonny: That's one of my little rules.
Carly laughed.
Carly: Right. Right.
Sonny: Are you thirsty? Do you want anything? Well, besides alcohol?
Carly: I'm fine.
Sonny: Okay. Just go relax and I'll bring lunch out when it's done.
Carly: Okay . . .
She walked back out into the living room and sat down on the couch. She could definitely get used to being pampered like this too.
Sonny opened the penthouse door and let Carly walk ahead of him. She walked in slowly and he shut the door behind them. Carly looked around.
Carly: Wow . . . it's dark.
Sonny shrugged.
Carly: But thanks for letting me stay here. I'm glad you offered. I didn't want to impose on my mother.
Sonny: It's fine. Hey, if you want to go get washed up, I'll take you out to get some new clothes. Just leave your dirty clothes outside the door. I'll wash them and dry them for you while you're taking a bath.
Carly: Okay. I can do that.
Sonny: The guestroom is at the top of the stairs. It's the first room on the right.
Carly nodded.
Carly: Okay. Thanks.
Carly slowly headed upstairs and went into the beautiful guestroom, which had, it's own bathroom.
Carly: Nice . . . it's so beautiful.
She realized that she was just talking to herself. She looked at the large bathtub that was round and took up most of the bathroom.
Carly: Wow . . .
She was amazed. She walked back out into the bedroom and shut the door. She removed her clothes, left them out in the hall, and walked into the bathroom. She started some hot water in the bathtub and poured some bubble bath powder in. The bubbles began to form and she stepped in and sunk down to the bottom. She relaxed against the cool porcelain of the black bathtub that matched everything else in the bathroom.
The hot water felt nice against her painful bruises. She put her hand on her belly but remembered that there was no longer a child in her womb. She sighed and felt a tear trickle down her cheek. How could she miss a child that she didn't want so much?
She sighed, trying not to think about it. She closed her eyes and thought of Jason. She loved him so much and there was nothing in the world that she wouldn't do for him. A moment later, Sonny popped into her thoughts. His eyes, that smile, those dimples, and his amazing charm.
Carly took a deep breath.
Carly: Get a hold of yourself, Carly.
She finished her bath in silence, trying to think of Jason, but her thoughts kept traveling to the man that she didn't know. The man that helped her out when she didn't want to burden her mother.
She stepped out, dried off, and pulled a white bathrobe on. She wrapped it around herself and tied it firmly. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. She walked over to the dresser where a new brush was sitting. Sonny was prepared for everything, wasn't he?
She took it and started to run it through her golden locks. She looked at her bruises in the mirror and she just couldn't look any more. She put the brush down and looked away. She walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. She slowly crept downstairs where Sonny was sitting on the couch drinking some kind of liquor. He saw Carly and his eyes immediately went to her beautiful legs. They were so perfect. Her long, smooth legs led up to the bottom of the bathrobe which left a lot to the imagination.
Sonny: I'd offer you a drink but I don't think you're even of the legal drinking age.
Carly sighed.
Carly: Chill out. I'll be twenty-one in August.
She walked over to the bar and poured herself a brandy.
Sonny: Okay . . . but if you get caught drinking . . .
Carly: Like you're worried about the law.
She sat down on the opposite end of the couch that Sonny was sitting on.
Sonny: Don't worry about my business.
Carly rolled her eyes.
Carly: Besides, I'm sure you haven't been twenty-one for long. You've probably been drinking far longer than you let on.
Sonny shrugged again.
Carly: So . . . what's this business that you send Jason on?
Sonny: That's none of your business.
Carly drank down her brandy and put the glass down on the coffee table.
Sonny: Your clothes aren't even in the dryer yet.
Carly: Great.
Sonny: Are you cold?
Carly: No. I'm fine.
Sonny: Are you hungry?
Carly: A little.
Sonny: Sit still. I'll go fix you something to eat.
Carly: Please tell me that you have frozen pizza.
Sonny made a face.
Sonny: No . . . but I have hamburger. I'll make you the healthiest and the best burger that you've ever had.
Carly: Right . . . that means it'll have a slice of lean beef and a tomato.
Sonny: Don't underestimate the power of my cooking skills.
Carly smiled a little as she watched Sonny walk into the kitchen. She shook her head and leaned back into the couch. It was so comfortable. She could definitely get used to it. She got up and slowly walked into the kitchen.
Sonny: I thought I told you to sit still.
Carly bit her bottom lip.
Carly: Well, I thought that if I was going to be staying here for a little while, I should get to know the entire penthouse.
Sonny: Well, this is the kitchen. You're not allowed to cook in it.
Carly raised an eyebrow.
Carly: Excuse me?
Sonny: That's one of my little rules.
Carly laughed.
Carly: Right. Right.
Sonny: Are you thirsty? Do you want anything? Well, besides alcohol?
Carly: I'm fine.
Sonny: Okay. Just go relax and I'll bring lunch out when it's done.
Carly: Okay . . .
She walked back out into the living room and sat down on the couch. She could definitely get used to being pampered like this too.