“Tommy, this must have cost you an absolute fortune. How can I ever repay you?” She really doesn’t know, does she?
“Maya, I have worked hard, and my companyis doingverywell. Money isn’t a worry for me,” I try to explain without blurting outMoney isn’t an issue because I’m a millionaire.
“Still, it makes me feel uncomfortable.” She twiddles her thumbs as she stares out of the car window. This woman has me wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn’t even know it.
“Are you excited to get away for a while?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood.
“I see what you’re doing.” She releases a small smile. “But yes, I can’t wait to see your house!” excitement bubbling out of her now. “Fal has told me of some places you have to take me.”
“Oh has she now. I’ll think about it,” I wink, knowing I would take her to the fucking moon and back if she asked me to.
The hour drive passes by quickly, more than likely because of the company I have with me this time and the fact that we haven’t stopped talking or laughing for the entire journey. Driving through the village of Broadway always makes me feel at home. We pass boutique shops and gastro pubs as we get closer to my house and Maya takes it all in, commenting on each things that sparks her interest. The yellow brick houses and buildings, the large trees that encase the streets and the fields that stretch for miles all around us.
My heart starts to work double time as we pull up to the gates at my property. If she was still unsure of how much money I had before, she willknow now. I punch in the code and wait whilst the large electric gates open onto the driveway.
“Wait a minute, this is where you live?” she gasps, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
“Not quite here, we’ll be at the house in a minute though.”
I look around myself, taking in what she is seeing for the first time. The house isn’t in sight yet, but all the flowers and conifers that surround us do look like were entering a state park. Another minute passes before the house comes into view.
“Fuck. Off,” She dead pans, her face pale. “Tommy. That is not your house.”
“It is, I can’t wait to show you around,” I smile anxiously.
“No. That’s not a house, it’s a bloody mansion. What king used to live here?” she can’t be serious, but with her expression I can’t tell if she is.
“Do you not like it?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. It’s amazing! I love it.” She’s vibrating with enthusiasm. “Can we go in now?”
I laugh at that. I hope she does love it here. One day, hopefully soon, she could be living here with me.
