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“What is it?” I ask.
“Asshole father is requesting my fucking presence.” He closes his eyes for a moment to gather himself, and then, without another word, he gets up and heads out of the suite.
Drew looks at me and then turns on his heels, heading into the game room off the kitchen. Kayce follows him; I’m sure the both of them are letting off some steam and relaxing before we head home. Letting out a sigh, I throw my head back.
Every bone in my body is telling me that this is a bad idea. That this chick is a bad idea.
But here we are, a bunch of dicks, going crazy over a mother fucking pussy.
Chapter Fifteen
RAELYN
This may not bereal life. There is a really good chance I am passed out somewhere, and I’m dreaming all of this. I’ll be honest, this is the better of my visions. I can never tell what’s real and what isn’t, but this… this I want to be real.
“You can stay here as long as you need.” Drew brings me through the front door and holy fuck, this place is beautiful. It’s like a Barbie Dream House, but less pink fluffy shit.
We walk through a huge front door into a foyer with beautiful wood trim and accents. The floor is a white tile flooring with specks of grey and black. I’m sure it’s like high-end marble or some shit. Immediately across from the foyer is a room with a pool table in it. I hesitantly step forward and take a look around.
The floors change to wood flooring, and there is a giant flat screen television on the wall opposite me. A worn brown leather couch sits to my left, and French doors to my right lead to an outside area. And oddly enough, as manly as this room is, there is a giant crystal chandelier hanging above the pool table.
“Don’t play Kayce. No matter what he says, he is a hustler and will take you for all you’ve got,” Drew laughs.
“Well, thankfully, all I have are the clothes on my back. But thanks for the heads up,” I say quietly as I fold my arms over my chest.
Drew hums. “Yeah, we need to do something about that. And I have just the person who would love to help. But we can talk about that fun later. Come on, let me show you the rest of the house.” Drew holds his hand out toward the stairs that are to the left of the foyer. Slowly, I ascend the stairs and make my way into what I am guessing is the main part of this masculine Barbie Dream House.
The stairs have the same wood flooring as the pool table room. But the steps are surrounded by a glass railing and a large window that lets in the sunlight. When we reach the top of the stairs, we are met with a long hallway with openings on both sides. To my left is a beautiful living room decked out with white and grey furniture.
A white fireplace sits against the back wall with a giant flat screen over it. An entire wall made of glass doors stands behind the couch that opens up to the patio behind it. And when I mean opens up, I mean Drew can literally pull back the entire wall to open the whole living room up to the back patio.
To my right is a sitting room with a giant piano in the middle of it, and a dining room off the sitting room. Both of these rooms look like they are the rooms you aren’t allowed to go into at your grandparents’ house. They are pristine. Clean.
We head to the end of the long hall and turn left toward the living room. Across from the living room is a beautiful and very expensive kitchen. Holy hell, I would be scared to make a mess in this place. White waterfall countertops cover the two islands, with a huge fucking refrigerator to the right of the islands.
My eyes gravitate toward the stainless-steel stoves, plural, along the left wall. The exposed rafters in the ceiling and the exposed stone wall that lead out to another balcony contrastagainst the clean lines of the kitchen. Oh, and did I mention that the kitchen has a glass wall that can open completely to the outside?
This house is basically a Transformer.
“You thirsty?” Drew makes his way over to the gigantic fridge, opening it and pulling out a bottle of water. I nod, and he hands another one to me.
Slowly, I sip the cold water and let it cool me off. I fidget with the cap for a moment, unsure of what to say.
“Raelyn?” Drew says softly, and my eyes meet his. “I want you to be comfortable here. This is your home for now. You are free to use anything in the house, eat anything you want, watch anything you want. You haven’t had it easy, and I think what I know is only a small percentage of the crap you have had to deal with. But I am here for you.Weare here for you.”
The “we” being him and his friends. It’s strange to have someone be so nice, but the feeling isn’t too mysterious. I know I have experienced someone offering me a safe place before, but I just can’t remember what or when it was.
“Thank you. I promise not to get in the way.” I look back down at my water.
“You are never going to be in the way. You can stay here as long as you need to,” Drew offers, his expression sincere.
I can feel my emotion tightening my chest. I sniffle a bit, and it causes Drew to clear his throat.
“How about I show you where you’ll be sleeping?” he offers.
I nod and follow him down a hall past the kitchen. We reach a set of stairs, and he leads me to the second floor.
We stop at an open door right off the stairs. Another set of stairs is behind it.