Oh, I like this side of him.
He can keep me awake all night and I won’tcomplain.
“Oh really, what are you planning?” I ask, acting coy.
“You will have to be patient baby,” He winks.
Checking my phone, I see two missed calls off my mum, which I ignore. Also a text off the group chat.
Gracie– Maymay! Did you get there okay? What’s it like down there?
Maya– Oh Gracie, I looove it. You should see this place. I feel like I’m in the King’s gaff.
Fallon– Isn’t it amazing. Have you been in the pool yet?
Gracie– Hang on, there’s a pool? Do we have to wait until the weekend?
Maya– How did I not know there’s a pool here? I’m in the library, living the dream. I feel like I’m on Downton Abbey!
Blair– I wanna go and see Queen Maymay in the castle.
Fallon– Get the wine chilled and ready for us!
I can’t wait for the gang to get here this weekend, but I’m enjoying the peace so much too. I need this break more than I realised. Tommy has gone into his office to get some work done beforedinner and I have barely moved from my perch on the window seat.
Although I’m not really alone, I finally feel like I can breathe. Maybe it’s because I don’t have the girls here and I’m getting time to relax in the quiet, or maybe it’s the distance from Jake.
The more I think about what he’s done since the accident, the more he scares me. There was no way he knew about my memories of him being erased, yet the moment he did he tried his hardest to worm his way back into my life. Did he really think he could have gotten away with it? He must have been on the spot when he told me his name was Jack because not much thought went into that. There is only one bloody letter difference!
What does he want from me? It can’t be a relationship as he was never fully happy with me, he spent the majority of our time together trying to change who I am.
I am not that naive little woman anymore.
From now on I’m putting myself first, and what I want more than anything, is Tommy.
I decide to have a look around to see what other treasures are hidden in this mansion, instead of sitting in here worrying over things out of my control. Heading upstairs I go from room to room looking to find the master. The number of bedrooms up here is ridiculous. Who even needs nine bedrooms? How many friends does he have?
Each room is decorated beautifully and unique, but all are painted pastel tones. It doesn’t take long to find the one I’m look for, Tommy’s room.
His room is different from the others, all dark wood and brooding, just like its owner. Like most rooms in the house, this one also has a massive square bay window with a window seat. To the left of the room the doors to his walk-in wardrobe are open, I can’t help but take a peak inside.
Holy hell.
Racks of suits, shirts and shoes line one side and more causal clothes line the other. Who needs this much work attire? I have to say, Tommy in a suit is one of my favourite things to see, so the thought of having so many options to ogle him in is pleasing.
The door next to it leads to his ensuite, and sitting bang in the middle of the room is a huge jacuzzi tub that could easily fit four people. Yeah, I think I’ve just found what I’ll be doing for the next hour or two. This bathroom is bigger than my bedroom at home.
Thirty minutes later I have stripped off, grabbed the book I was reading and poured a glass of wine.
This is the life.
I feel completely relaxed for the first time in months. Floating with the bubbles turned down low. The beautiful views of the fields my backdrop through another largewindow. His window cleaner must charge him a bloody fortune.
I’m so entranced by my book that it takes me a moment to realise someone is stood at the door, watching me. Slowly, I turn my head towards the intruder to realise its Tommy.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask, leaning forward to put the book down. Knowing very well that by doing so my breasts will show above the bubbles. Tommy is fascinated as he watches the droplets of water drip down my body.
He’s standing, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I swear it’s every girls weakness, like lingerie for men. He is so fucking hot.
