Avah's pov
We drove in silence for a while before entering a pristine, well-manicured estate.
"I didn’t realize other people lived here," I commented aloud without thinking.
"This estate belongs to Mr. Roman," Derrick explained. "You wanted to live here, so he made it happen."
"Where did he used to live?" I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too pushy.
"Mr. Roman lived in a penthouse in the city. But now that he’s married, he chose to live here with you."
"If he preferred the penthouse, we could have stayed there," I murmured to myself, unsure if Derrick heard me.
"Mr. Roman wanted you to choose where you would be feel most comfortable," Derrick replied as if he had, in fact, heard. "And I’m guessing you chose this place because it felt more like a home."
"Yes," I admitted, glancing out the window, my fingers absently tracing a line along the edge of my seat.
We continued down the road until we reached the last house, a slightly larger one compared to the rest.
The house was a three-bedroom haven with all the amenities one could dream of. I couldn’t wait to step outside and take in the sight of my new home.
Derrick helped me out of the car, his movements brisk and efficient. I followed him up the steps, noting the movers still waiting patiently outside for his signal.
"I wanted to show you around the house before they move your things in," he explained, gesturing for me to follow him.
I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as we stepped inside.
The living room was breathtaking, with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows that let in an abundance of natural light. The glass doors offered a picturesque view of the backyard, but I couldn’t help but wonder about the security. Then again, this was an estate, so I supposed that had been taken care of.
From there, we moved to the dining room and the kitchen. Everything was immaculate, with gleaming countertops and state-of-the-art appliances. The dishes were gold and silver, that looked like they belonged in a Palace and not a home.
We headed upstairs to explore the first floor, which housed two bedrooms, an indoor theater, a storage room, and a cozy second living room. Each space was thoughtfully designed, with a modern yet welcoming touch.
The third floor, however, was entirely private. It was clear this level was designed for the master of the house. The master bedroom itself was a sight to behold, with a massive walk-in closet that could easily double as a boutique. An office, which I assumed was meant for Roman, stood just off the main hall.
The bathroom was pure luxury, boasting both a bathtub and a jacuzzi, with fixtures that sparkled like diamonds. Everything was made for a couple, from the double sinks to the large mirrors that reflected the soft lighting.
Then there was the bed, a king-sized masterpiece, accompanied by a plush couch near the window. A large fireplace was in the room. It felt overwhelming, like stepping into a life I wasn’t sure I belonged to yet.
The sound of multiple footsteps echoed through the house. Derrick must have let the movers in. They went about their work, shifting things around, placing my belongings in their designated spots without so much as asking for my input. But Derrick was on top of everything, supervising meticulously, making sure nothing was lost or broken.
Within two hours, everything was in place. My clothes and shoes were neatly arranged in the walk-in closet, each item carefully folded or hung. I, on the other hand, stood by the bedroom window, gazing out at the unfamiliar landscape.
This was it. This is my life now.
When the movers finished, Derrick informed me that Roman would be back soon, so I should wait for him. He then walked me through the house’s various passwords and introduced me to Mary, the housekeeper.
I wanted to protest, to ask if I really needed someone in the house at all. But I realized I would only be arguing with the wrong person, so I kept quiet.
Derrick left soon after, and Mary made me lunch. I was starving, but I didn’t expect the meal to be as delicious as it was. It was the kind of food that made me feel comforted, like I was at home already.
After finishing the meal, I decided that, maybe for now, I could let Mary stay. Her cooking was too heavenly to argue with.
I returned to the master bedroom, flopped onto the bed, and let the exhaustion take over. I fell asleep almost instantly, my mind racing with thoughts of what the future would hold.
I was woken up by a gentle hand stroking my hair. For a moment, I was confused as to how anyone could have entered my apartment. I wasn’t too concerned, but I opened my eyes just in case.
I thought it was a dream, only to find Roman seated on our bed in his suit, stroking my hair while on his phone.
When did he come in?
“Did I wake you?” he asked, putting his phone down.
“No, I have been sleeping for a while.”
“I came from work to check on you and found you asleep. I wanted to take you out. Are you up for it?” he asked.
I had been so caught up in the packing, moving, and adjusting to married life that I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I had gone out.
“Okay, where are we going?” I asked, excitement bubbling inside me.
“Dinner. I bought you a dress. It’s in the bathroom. You can go ahead and get ready. I’ll wait for you here,” he said.
I rushed out of bed, eager to see what he had bought me. He was the first person ever to buy me something. I don’t even buy things for myself unless it’s a necessity.
The bathroom was spacious, and I could do everything, in there. I took a quick shower, dressed, and used some perfume. They always say no matter how life is taking you, you must smell good.
I didn’t have any makeup with me, so I just applied lip gloss.
Will he like it???