Chapter 55: New home

KRIS:

I stood by the elevator wall opposite Lucian, but his eyes were focused on me. This time, they were not cold but they had an unreadable expression.

I hated how his stare made me feel jittery with my heart hammering so I stared at the floor to avoid the intensity of his gaze but I could still feel it on me.

The elevator dinged, announcing our stop at the 37th floor just as the door opened. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him so I was walking beside him. I was too tired to pry my hand away so I let him hold me.

Getting to the door of his penthouse, he swiped in his key card and it opened.

We got into the living room and I immediately fell in love with it. The walls were painted grey and different paintings hung on them. It was beautiful yet manly.

He tugged on my arm, signifying for me to follow him and I did. We got to a door and he opened it to a large bedroom with a king-sized bed in the middle, a black couch at one end and a glass wall overlooking the city. It was also in shades of grey and I loved it. But my gaze drifted to a picture on the wall.

It was a picture of me while in college. It must have been taken on my graduation day because I was wearing the graduation gown with a carefree smile on my face like I didn't know I was being photographed.

"How did you get this?” I asked, staring at him. He was no longer by my side. He was seated on the bed, eyes on me.

"Let's say, I've always been around you but I made myself unnoticed.” He gave me a lopsided grin.

"Y-you….” I didn't know what to say but I remembered all the times I saw white roses in my bedroom that I ignored.

His smile broadened, showcasing his dimples and my heart almost melted.

Almost.

Looking away from his hypnotizing gaze, I finally found words.

"Where is my stuff?” I asked looking around for any sign of them.

"Your clothes are in the closet.” He pointed to it. "Your shampoo, soap and all of the other shits are in the bathroom.”

"I'm not sharing your room with you.” I crossed my arms on my torso. His gaze immediately landed on my boobs that were pushed together and I dropped my hands. "I want a room to myself.” I added.

"Even if you get the guest room, I'll still be sleeping with you baby.”

"I hate you.” I muttered.

Really? Yet you let him fuck you and even after all the fuss, you're still at his house. So what were you saying again? My subconscious mocked me.

"Sure.” He smirked.

Ignoring him, I went into the walk-in closet and got clothes before walking into the bathroom.

After taking a warm bath, I pulled on shorts and a tank top before getting out.

Thankfully, he wasn't in the room anymore. Deciding I needed some food, I located the kitchen to see him there in just slacks that were unbuttoned and his torso was naked.

The sound of my footsteps must have alerted him because he turned and I was presented with the full glory of his naked torso. Instinctively, I licked my lips.

"See something you want?” He asked, more like growling.

I shook my head to mean no but his eyes roved my body. Wanting to break the sensual trance, I tried speaking but my brain couldn't form a complete sentence. So I muttered:

"Hungry.”

He grinned.

"Come here.” Came his husky reply.

"Nuh-uh...food.” He smirked before carrying a plate of food I hadn't noticed from the counter and placing it on the kitchen island.

My legs moved on their own to the food and I hopped on a stool immediately going to town on the food. I felt his eyes on me throughout.

Once I was done eating, I gulped down the glass of water by the plate and hopped down from the stool. Ignoring him, I walked into the living room and sat on a couch, flipping through the channels on the TV with the remote in hand.

I found an uninteresting soap opera and decided to watch it. Minutes later, he walked in and sat on the couch with me, pulling me on his lap. I wanted to move away but I was too engrossed in what was showing on the TV.

After a while, I felt my eyes getting heavy with sleep so I arranged myself on the couch and rested my head on his lap to make a pillow. A yawn escaped my lips before I finally fell into the hands of sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night to see I was lying on a warm body with arms wound tightly around my waist. I tried moving away but he spoke, "Sleep.”

Looking up, I saw his face. The room was dark but I could still make out his silver eyes glowing in the dark.

Letting out a contented sigh, I rested my head back on his chest with arms around his shoulders and went back to sleep.

I still don't like him but duh…

The position was warm and comfortable. I couldn't deny myself that because of some pent-up anger now, could I?