Chapter 5

Mia Belle

I was slightly confused when I saw the neighborhood we were driving in, but the gates and walls that surrounded the houses told me all I needed to know. All the homes here were mansions which meant that the people who lived here were either millionaires or billionaires, hence the reason we were driving through this neighborhood.

We drove for a few minutes until I felt the SUV slow down, and realizing we were here, I looked at my surroundings. Looking ahead of me, I gasped when I saw the 'house'. The vast land surrounding the mansion could've possibly amounted to an estate, but I couldn't be too sure. When we arrived at the gates, security there immediately let us through- recognizing Liam's vehicle. The drive from the gates to the house was rather brief, but I was too overwhelmed by the trees on either side of the driveway to have actually counted the seconds.

As we approached the 'house', I couldn't help but hold my breath as I took in its magnificence. I knew Liam was rich and that wealth came with his surname, Novak, but I expected him to be living in a penthouse. Not a damn villa. Well his house isn't actually a villa but it's damn near close. When I remembered the saying 'More money than sense', Liam came to mind.

The white colonial mansion stood proudly at the end of the driveway. It was a beautiful structure, but the word 'beautiful' was probably a bit too mainstream. So luxurious or sumptuous would've probably done a better job at the description. I could see the roundabout driveway from the distance exactly at the front of the mansion with an amazingly large water fountain in the middle. A statue stood in the middle of the fountain holding up a small basin which water was flowing from.

It was breathtaking.

We drove around the roundabout driveway to the front of the mansion and the car finally came to a stop at the steps leading to the door. Liam immediately opened his door and got out. He then motioned for me to take his hand, and placing my hand in his, I felt tingles spread up my arms. I blushed at the sensation. He helped me out of the SUV and I looked around again, ensuring that I hadn't been dreaming before.

"Welcome to my humble abode."

I was brought out of my reverie by Liam's voice, and looking up at him, I saw the huge smirk plastered on his face.

"Humble abode? Liam, this is more than just humble." I gestured to our surroundings and marveled at how gorgeous everything looked. And, the more I looked around, the more I started doubting my presence here. What would his parents think? Would they judge me because I'm still at school and call me a goal digger? Probably they'll think I captured their son and is using him because of their wealth. The last thing I needed was to be in such a predicament. "I'm scared I might break something."

Liam chuckled and took my duffle and handbag bag out of the trunk. "Don't worry. I'll just replace it." He walked up to the door and I followed him in. I stared at him confusedly, realizing that he made no movement to actually unlock the door. However, my thoughts were answered when I saw him reach next to the door-frame to a keypad. Smart. This place is surely protected.

I followed him inside when the door opened and the first thing I saw was the beige colored room. I suddenly realized that this was actually the area where he hung up his coats. Classy. We then walked into another large room, and I gasped when I saw everything in there.

"This is the living room but it's not used so much," Liam said and I nodded.

It looked like it had never been used at all. The walls were painted in cream, same as the couches and a chandelier hung directly over a coffee table which stood in the middle of the couches. Paintings hung on the walls and expensive ornaments were placed on tables or shelves. To the left of the living room, there was a staircase which led to the second floor with railings that overlooked the living room. Looking at all the expensive ornaments and couches, I realized that I probably won't be in here so much, fearing I'd possibly break something.

"This place is amazing," I said and Liam smiled in acknowledgement and led me to a door. When he stepped through, I realized that this was a kitchen swing door and a second later, I was astounded. The walls of the kitchen were painted in cream and the roof was in beige, and I realized that those colors could possibly be the color theme of this house, but everything looked amazing. It was elegant and I walked around looking at everything. The room was rather spacious although there stood a large brown and beige kitchen island in the centre with stools. Everything someone could ever possibly want in a kitchen was in here and I realized that I'd probably be here often.

"Do you even use this kitchen?" I turned around and asked Liam.

He shrugged and walked to the built in refrigerator and opened it. "Well, I use the refrigerator so that counts for something."

I looked at him and gave him the scolding eyes I'd learnt to master over the years. "So how do you eat?"

"I can cook but I don't really have the time. Sometimes, I order in or my mom normally brings me my weekly meal."

"You're a mommy's boy," I stated.

"Yes. I'm the only child," he said as he took out a box of grape juice and two glasses. He filled both glasses and gave one to me. I thanked him before I took a sip; it tasted really good. "What about you?"

I looked up at him confused. "What about me?"

He walked towards me and stopped when he was standing directly in front of me; as far as the baby allowed him. "What about your parents?"

"I don't know them," I whispered, his close proximity affecting my body's ability to function properly. However, he did hear me. I felt his hands on my cheek and when I looked up into his eyes, I saw affection and concern. But, I didn't need his pity. It's no one but my parents fault that they didn't want me in their lives.

Hating myself for thinking about them or my past that I had no idea where it started or ended, I took my mind off those thoughts and saw Liam looked at me curiously. I shrugged and drank the remainder of my drink and Liam took the glass.

"I'd like to lay down for a while, please," I said and he nodded and dropped the subject, realizing that I wasn't ready to talk about my past.

He quickly deposited the glasses in the sink and holding my hand, he guided me back to the living room. On the way, he picked up my duffle and handbag and walked up the stairs with me trailing behind with my baby bump.

When we got to the top, I looked over the railings and scanned the living room. It did look amazing from up here. I quickly followed Liam and saw him entering a room to the end of the hallway. I entered and immediately recognized the master bedroom. I'd been to Zoe's parents' mansion so many times so I knew the different rooms in a house and I could recognize a master bedroom.

"This is my bedroom," Liam said as he placed my bags on the couch.

Everything was breathtaking in here. To the left of the room were a few couches, a coffee table and a huge flat screen TV on the wall. The walls were painted in beige, the roof in gold and the furniture were in beige, cream and gold. In the centre of the room was a king-sized bed with gold linens and white pillows. A large bedroom table was directly in front of the bed but with no items on top. 

Strange.

There was a door to the right of the bed and another to the left. Probably the bathroom and the closet. To the far left there were floor to ceiling glass windows and opening the glass door, I realized that this was actually a balcony. I was fascinated by the site.

When I peeked over the railings, I gasped all over again at the pool in the backyard. It was surrounded by a boardwalk and a few palm trees stood proudly next to lounge chairs. To the right was a glass rooftop supported by pillars, covering a few cream couches with a glass table in the middle. To the left was a bar and other lounge chairs. Everything looked marvelous and I couldn't wait to take a bath in the pool.

When I finally stepped back into the room, Liam was laying on his bed watching TV from what seemed to be about 100 inches. What amazed me however was that the TV was sitting on the large bedroom table, and I realized that the television was built into the table. Amazing!

"Where will I be sleeping?" I asked Liam and he patted the bed. I gulped. "In your bed? With y-you?" My voice came out croaky at the end, but who cares? I was trying to bring my point across. Sleeping in the same bed with him meant I'd possibly sleep with him again, and we'd make love, and he'd-

Who am I kidding? It didn't matter. I was already knocked up...What's the worst that could possibly happen? I'm sure he's had hundreds of girls over and on this bed, and this could probably be the hundredth bed he's bought from his constant bed-breaking with his bed partners. That thought didn't sound too appealing though. I'm hoping his sexual endeavors didn't arise to that.

But why do I care, anyway? Could I be...jealous? No! I couldn't possibly be jealous of all the women who've shared this gorgeous guy, and all the fun he's had, and how amazing he is in bed. Hell, I didn't even know if I was amazing in bed. He'd probably be disappointed when we have sober sex.

Damn thoughts!

"Yes. You'll be sleeping here with me. There's more than enough space," he says while smirking and for probably the hundredth time, I think he looks completely handsome even with a smirk.

"I think I'll take a bath first," I say thinking that it's best to put some distance between us. He quickly stood up and opened the door to the left of the bed. I follow him inside and realize that this is the bathroom; his personal spa.

In here was huge. In the centre of the room was a Jacuzzi large enough for two people. A shower head was also to the right of the room, and to the left was a vanity and shelves up on the rest of the wall. Again, he spared no expense.

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Stepping out of the bathroom, I realize that I left my clothes out on the couch, and having no choice but to retrieve them, I walk back into the bedroom. Liam lay on the bed watching TV, but turned to gaze at me when I entered the room. His eyes roamed my body which was wrapped in only a white towel.

I quickly rushed to the other end of the room to get my duffle bag, but when I turned around, Liam was standing directly in front of me. When did he get there? I didn't even hear him move from the bed.

"You could wear something of mine," he said and without waiting for my confirmation, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his walk in closet. It was huge. Like, really really huge; probably the size of his bedroom. Clothing of all different types, colors, and brands were hung up or folded in shelves. It was ultimately impossible to count the amount of suits he had in here. If anything, I knew that he spares not a cent when he shops.

He led me to the shelf where his t-shirts were folded and grabbing one, he handed it to me. After a moment of hesitation, I finally took it and put it on over the towel, with him watching my every move. The shirt was rather large but stopped mid-thigh because of his muscular physique. It fit my baby bump perfectly and felt very comfortable.

"You can have a sweat-pant too if you'd like but they'll probably be almost twice your size."

"No. I'm alright. It might be too hot anyway." 'And I'd probably look like a granny', I thought but didn't dare say it loud. He didn't need to know that I felt fat or hated the fact that there was nothing I could do about it. I loved my baby even if he or she was not even here, and if I had to eat to feed an army, then so be it. I would.

I felt arms wrap around me and I was tugged into a warm chest. It felt too right to be in his arms. It felt like home.

"I'm happy I found you. You have no idea..." His voice trailed off and I smiled at his words.

"I'm happy you found me too."

It may have been seconds or minutes that we stood there holding unto each other, but when we pulled away, I saw that Liam was actually grinning, so i grinned too; something I hadn't done in a while.

We finally decided to go to bed, but not after I put on my underwear. It felt weird to have on clothes but no underwear, especially around Liam. We cuddled up to each other and Liam gently rubbed small circles on my baby bump. It was so relaxing that I'd possibly gone to heaven and came back, then went again. It was the best feeling in the world.

Liam put on the movie Spy, but I guessed instead of me watching Spy, Spy watched me because I remembered nothing in the movie.