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“Maybe,” I murmured.
“Tesoro,” he whispered. “I wanna give you the world. I want to see you happy, doing whatever it is you wanna do. But I also want to be there, holding your hand. I never imagined that I would want to be in a serious relationship. I never had all these thoughts racing through my head, but now, with you, I want it all. I want us to be together, to go through this life together, and when I am eighty, grey-haired and with a lot fewer teeth than I have now, I want you to be the person pushing my wheelchair.”
“Eighty? Man, that’s a long, long time. Are you sure you’re not gonna get bored with me?”
“No, I’m more worried that you’ll get bored with me.”
I pondered about it for a second, thinking about all those times I wished for someone to hold me like this, to tell me that they wanted me. I imagined what it would feel like to be wanted, desired, protected, and I had a feeling that this could be it.
But, there was always a but.
“Could I think about it?” I asked, hating the disappointment flashing through his eyes. “You’re asking me to upend my entire life, and to move to wherever we are now, to be with you. We only met what, yesterday?”
“Time is just a concept,Tesoro. You could know a person your entire life, and it still wouldn’t feel like this. But I understand, and I’m going to give you your space, even though I want nothing more but to lay you down and lick you all over.”Fuck. Me.“For now, I’m going to feed you, and then I’m going to show you around. I think you might like it here.”
I gulped, trying to school my expression, but the heat in my cheeks and my ears told me that I was blushing like a sixteen-year-old virgin.
But I wasn’t going to hide from him. If he truly wanted me, then he would have to get used to me and my reactions.
“Food, you say?” I cracked a smile, threading my fingers together at his neck.
“Si, and trust me, this breakfast is something you don’t want to miss.”
My stomach decided to start growling at that moment, and even though I had million questions about this place and why he drugged me, they would have to wait. For now.
“Then lead the way, sir. We both know how I get when I’m hungry.”
CHAPTER7
He heldmy hand as we walked toward the dining room, while I admired the architecture and the colors adorning the hallways of his house. Though, truth to be told, this resembled a mansion more than a regular house.
Gothic and renaissance types of architecture were used while building this place, intertwined with modern technology. I couldn’t help myself but dream of actually living in a place like this. I always loved history, art and architecture and this place had it all.
“When was this house built?” I asked him as we went down the grand staircase.
“I’m not quite sure. When I bought it, it was in ruins. The realtor didn’t really know the exact date of construction, but it definitely didn’t belong to this century.”
“So, you rebuilt it.”
“Most of it. I used the same frame, and I tried to match the architectural style. Of course, not everything could be salvaged, but I tried.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“It really is, almost otherworldly.” I looked up at him and saw him looking at me. It was weird how words from one person could mean so much more. The way they looked at you, the way they behaved, said more than a thousand meaningless words other people said during your life.
I felt like I was drowning, getting lost in his world and his words, and the way he held my hand as if it was the most precious thing he did in his life. It baffled me that the hands that probably knew death and blood could be so soft and gentle.
But this drowning… I knew that he would lift me up if I asked him to. I had a feeling that he would try to give me everything, only if I asked—but I was scared of asking.
I was scared that whatever this feeling inside my chest was, was just an illusion my mind created. I was terrified that he was just a dream, and soon enough, I would wake up alone in my bed, with just a memory of a tall, dark and dangerous man who wanted to keep me with him.
And maybe I was crazy for not fearing him, but my dull and colorless life was scarier than an entire Mafia.
I wasn’t scared of him, but of me. What if I accepted his offer, and he decided that I wasn’t enough? What if I wasn’t lovable enough or pretty enough to be in his life?
What if he only wanted to keep me because he still didn’t have me?
What if I woke up one day, hating myself for accepting him?
