Chapter 5

When the limo pulled up to a massive structure that Octavious called his home, my mind was blown away like it always is when I set my eyes on the monstrosity built all for a lone man to live in. I've asked him several times if he ever gets lonely and he's told me that he welcomes the loneliness and that he enjoys the isolation from everyone else and the outside world.

I reckon that Octavious is a bit strange but his mysterious aura is exactly what has me thinking about him in the wee hours of morning.

"Holy shit," I said under my breath as I looked up at the home as we all stepped out of the limo. I could feel Octavious' body next to mine so I looked up at him, "I will never get tired of how grand this home is," I said with a smile but I didn't wait for him to respond. I excitedly walked ahead of everyone as I talked merrily about getting the biggest room, "I think I deserve it!" I tried to bargain as I turned around to look at everyone with a smile on my face, "don't you guys think so?" I asked.

Octavious smirked, nodding, "most definitely, let me show you to it," he told me as he confidently strode up to me and extended his arm for me to accept. I easily slid my arm into the crook of his own and let him lead me up the stone stairs that led into his home.

"I still can't believe you stay here all alone, Octavious," I told him as my eyes looked around in awe at the expensive stone statutes in the hallways of the home, "our house is only 7,500 square feet and there's four of us. It's plenty of room though," I added.

"So, you would pass on an opportunity to stay in a home of this magnitude?" he asked me, his voice so masculine compared to my tiny, bubbly, excited and naive one.

I scoffed, "never," I looked up at him but he was looking ahead, "I've always wanted to live in a big and grand mansion and have several bedrooms all to myself."

When I said that he turned his head to look down at me and he smirked at that, "well, my little star, you'll always get what you want," he simply told me as his eyes held mine in a simple gaze and I smirked in response.

"What? You'll buy me a mansion, Octavious?" I asked him with both excitement and humour in my voice as I gripped his bicep and not so subtly massaged his muscles.

"Something along those lines," he responded as he led me up a flight of grand stairs that you see at historic castles and grand buildings around the world.

"So, what are we doing here, Octavious?" I asked him, "in Matlock. What are we doing in Matlock? Are you being crowned as president? I could've sworn I thought you were president already," I decided to finally ask. I mean, I was already here wasn't I? So he might as well tell me the reason for this visit.

"You'll find out soon enough, Nastassia," he croaked out as he walked me to a huge set of double oak doors and he pushed it open. My jaw dropped at the big beautiful bedroom.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped at the bedroom that was everything I dreamt of ever having. Literally.

The ceiling in the room felt like it was a mile away and to make matters worse, it was a star studded ceiling that had you feeling like you were staring at a dark sky full of beautiful stars. The stars also served as a light to the big bedroom and everything felt both dark and serene at the same time. There was a grand chandelier that was positioned right in the centre of the room and the walls were high and I felt tiny standing in this room. A bed was positioned right across from the door against the wall and it was definitely custom made because I have a King sized bed at home and this bed is almost triple the size of that. The bed was covered in big beautiful fluffy white pillows and a white fluffy Persian rug covered the floors of this bedroom.

This was my dream bedroom. I have a whole Pinterest page dedicated to what I wanted my dream bedroom to look like and this resembled it to the T.

Some might say that's a bit strange but I'm used to Octavious knowing things about me and making sure that I got exactly that. It's what he does for his little star.

"That's it, I'm moving in," I told him as I gawked at the room, "and I'm never leaving," I smiled at him before I turned around and walked around the room, touching everything there, "the pictures I'll take here are going to have Instagram and Twitter crashing, I can tell you that much, Octavious."

"I take it you like it," he spoke up, still standing in the same spot. He was too disciplined, always able to stay in one place while I was always jumpy and eager to move around and touch things. I guess he was just watching me take in the room and my childish wonder.

"Oh, absolutely Octavious," I walked back towards him, eager to wrap my arms around him again and have him hug me, "it's perfect. It's everything I dreamt of having," I wrapped my arms around his torso and placed my head on his chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat.

I felt him wrap a hand around the back of my neck and I shivered at the skin on skin contact and the feel of his calloused manly hands that were warm against my skin. I felt his thumb graze the nape of my neck and rub circles on the area before he placed a kiss at the top of my head, "that's good to hear. I wouldn't want your stay here to be less than perfect."

I breathed in his scent, enjoying the feel of his very muscular and hard body. Just from the hug I could feel the hours of long work he spends in the gym. I've seen him work out before and I could barely contain myself.

His back is my absolute weakness and I've had one too many fantasies of working my nails down his back as his muscles flex under my touch- and each time I have them, I become undone.

"I expect you to change," he told me as he placed a finger beneath my chin and made me look up at him, "you do know how protective and upset I get when boys look at you," his eyes danced along my face and I nodded, somehow feeling under a weird spell, "you can rest up, eat or explore. You can do what you please."

"What about you?" I asked him, "where are you going?"

There was a ring on every finger on his hand, and I wondered what they meant or were for but I liked the sight of them and how whenever he moved his hands I could hear the rings rubbing against each other. It also made him look so dangerous and so gangster. He looked like a mafia Don.

I could feel his thumb about to graze my bottom lip and my lips parted because I actually wanted to feel his touch on my skin. I'd missed him so much and these forbidden touches that we always sneak around when we're alone. Or at times, he's boldly done so in front of my family, but I guess no one noticed so it was always just our little secret.

"I'll see you tomorrow night," he told me before he held my hand in his and began to move around the ring that he gave me, "there's a lot that needs to be done."

I sighed, "ok...I was hoping we could go exploring together," I reminded him of how every time I came to visit, he would take me exploring and it would be just the two of us, "like we always do whenever I visit."

"There will be plenty of time to explore, my little star, but enjoy this time you have with your sister and mother," he paused, "before I give you my full attention..."