"‘On My Way,’" he repeats. "That's one of your songs. "‘Every Breath.’ ‘Believe,’" he mentions the titles of my songs one by one, and I'm surprised that he knows my old songs.
I'm taken aback, but then I blurt out, "What about my new songs?"
"I don't find them interesting," he retorts. "They're boring. Lack of originality. Can't feel anything listening to them." He shrugs.
And I feel like opening my mouth to yell at him, but nothingcomes out. It's because I know that he's right, no matter how much I hate to admit that.
I didn't really put my heart and soul in my latest tracks—I was too busy trying to understand what Morgan wanted, what the producer wanted, the latest hits and what people wanted to see of me.
I wasn't myself when I wrote the songs. So, Luke can see all of that? One more thing I’ve learned about Luke is that he's someone who won’t do sugarcoating when he voices his opinions.
He does it bluntly.
"So, how many songs should I get right to have you sleep in my bed?" His playful tone is back again as he teases me, making my cheeks heat up.
"In your dreams," I hiss before walking away from his room.
I look for another bedroom on this floor, and without thinking much, storm into it. When I notice that it's indeed an unoccupied room, I sigh, walking toward the bed. I sit on it, thinking that I'll gladly sleep in any room even if it's small as long as I don't sleep with Luke.
Movement from the doorway startles me, and I turn my head toward it, only to find an elder woman in a maid uniform staring at me.
She looks like she's in her mid-40s.
"Mrs. Klein?" she asks. "Why are you in this room?"
I stare back at her. "I..." I falter. "I need a bedroom."
She looks at me with an understanding look and sighs, as if she already knows what's going on between me and Luke.
"Please follow me," she says. "I will have your room ready."
Hearing her say that makes hope surface in my heart, and I follow her. She leads me to a bigger room that has a king-size bed, its own walk-in closet and bathroom as well as huge windows overlooking the garden.
This room isn't as spacious as Luke's, and the back garden doesn't have any gerbera daisies like what I saw earlier, but still, thisis such a nice room.
I turn to the woman. "Thank you," I say softly. "You are...?"
She smiles at my questioning look. "I'm Ms. Langston. I'm the housekeeper."
I nod at her answer.
"I will have your belongings moved here." She gives me another warm smile and is about to leave, but the concerned look on my face makes her halt. Sensing my worry, she says, "Don't worry. I will talk to him."
I'm stunned, watching as she leaves. I don't want her to get yelled by her boss, but judging by how she assured me just know, it doesn't look like she's going to have any trouble.
She might have been serving this family for a long time.
Sighing, I walk into the bathroom, finding the towels and bathrobe in place. The bathroom essentials are there too.
Great. At least, for now, I cantake a bath first.
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CASSIE
Ispend the rest of the day resting in my new bedroom. They have moved my clothes and belongings here, and I'm thankful that Luke hasn't bothered me yet. He might think that I indeed need my nap.
