Chapter nine.

Pari's pov(continuation.) 

Well I really need a bath, I still have the gown of yesterday on, its as sticky as ever. 

Huh....not to talk about uncomfortable.

Why didn't Xavier just change the dress into something more comfortable, i mean he has a maid right?

That son of a chocolate let me sleep in these. 

Well at least he took off the shoes. 

I will give him 2 points for that. Now he has a total of -488 points.

Such a negative bastard.

I hop off the bed towards the set of doors at the right side of the room. Apart from the exit and entry door (which is the main door) there's also three other doors.

 One double door at the right side of the room, then there are two single doors.

One, less than four feet away from the double door at the right, and then the other which is straight opposite the first. 

  I open the double door first, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the view inside.

 A walk in closet. This is so cool. 

The closet is empty with only some hoodies hanging here and there. I close the door then open the next door. 

Hah the bathroom exactly what I need.

 I wonder what the door at the left leads to. Well I can check it out later.

For now. A bath. That's what I need.

 I walk into the bathroom and after running through some cupboards I found an unused toothbrush, a clean white towel, a vanilla and strawberry hair shampoo, and a Colgate, am starting to love this, if only my head doesn't hurt this much. 

If this is just a dream then I am loving it.

Maybe this is a dream when I married Xavier....

Wait....then why isn't he in bed when I woke up? Did he go out to make breakfast...?

Well that would be one hell of a funny dream....

   I open the curtain leading to the bathtub, which seperated it from the main bathroom. 

 Yes I said a bathtub, they fucking have a bathtub. 

I turn on the tap, half filling the tub. Checking the temperature to be just right, I hop in.

This is going to be one of the best bath of my life. 

Taking a quick and quiet bath, which took approximately more than thirty minutes.

Who knows when else I will have the chance to bath in such an expensive bathtub.

Holy chocolate. I should take pictures–My phone.

 I tie a towel around my body and walk out of the bathroom. I search around for my phone, letting out a frustrated sigh when it proved nowhere to be found.

I have to call Shelley. And dad....

Fuck....dad....

He is so going to kill me.

The phone isn't even a month old yet. Fucking expensive shit.

Did I drop it yesterday? Or does Xavier have it?

I will just ask Xavier later.

Well this would be a good time to explore the last door. I walk towards the mysterious door, with my finger around the golden designed key, I try pushing at first, pulling when it would bulge.

The colour draining at my face at the sighto behold.

Is he a part of the Mafia or what?

How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. 

Fuck am calling the police.

God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world.

Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier. 

I don't mean that naked, he has a towel tied around his towel and another on his head. Not to talk about the droplets of water glittering on his sexily packed abs, muscles flexing which gives you only one thought.

Delicious.

Oh my chocolate. 

So hot..... 

This door must leads from mine to his, its not literally my room but since I am occupying it, so its temporarily mine. 

I look up to see staring at me my like I have just suddenly grow two heads. 

"Thanks for letting me use your bathroom Xavier." A familiar voice  calls and a door I guess is the bathroom open to reveal a very familiar figure tying a towel. 

Wait isn't that... 

"Tom" I call out loud. 

is something wrong with my eyes? Aren't I sober already?

"Jerry." He familiar guy chokes, face hitting up. It really is Jordan. 

Wait....since when did Jordan became gay.

He–and Xavier. ..

"Its not what you think." Jordan quickly says. My eyes moving between him an Xavier.

I mean I have never seen Xavier with a girl, but then the Jordan I know is a playboy. 

Then what in chocolate is going on here?

"Hmm pari." Jordan's lips slowly tilts into a smirk. "You should put on something more decent before running your eyes through two naked guys and making weird assumption." 

Something decent.

Clothes.

"Haaaa.... " I scream as i cross my hands around my chest. "perverts."

I can't believe I forgot I am only wearing a towel... That explains the looks Xavier has being giving me. 

I glare at the guys as I retrace my steps and shut the mysterious door. 

Wait was up with all the towels. 

This is really crazy. 

They saw me naked......

Wait....Jordan have seen worst....

Ah.......Xavier saw me naked.

I really hope he doesn't deduct from my salary because of this.

I walk back to the walk in closet, everything just the same as before. No clothes appeared magically.

Now what am I going to wear? there are only hoodies here. 

Huh... 

We can just go back and ask Xavier for some clothes, a voice reasons from the back of my head. Really with a towel that would be stupid another voice retorted. 

I roll my eyes before grabbing a pink hoodie then walk to the bathroom. Racking through the different sets of cupboards. 

I thought I saw some boxers in here, before.

Here there are.

I grab a black boxer before stripping off my towel then put on the clothes.

This will do. 

I check out myself in the full mirror,  although the clothes looks baggy, it really isn't that bad. 

The thing is that I just look good in everything.

I tie my hair into a loose bun before heading out of the room. 

Should I go left or right?

Left should do the work.

After climbing down some stairs and past a well furnished living room I take my time to admire the exclusive designs and artworks hanging around, minutes passing before I finally found the place I have been looking for. 

The kitchen. 

A satisfied sigh escape my lips at the aroma that's hits me the moment I step into the magical room. 

Holy mother of chocolate. 

"Don't sell off my house before I come back." Xavier says to Jordan who has a apron tied around his waist. 

The best thing I love about Jordan is that he cooks like a chef from heaven. Serving delicious dishes to is mortal humans.

"You can take the day off." Xavier who I haven't noticed before push pass me with a cold breeze.

"Wait." I yell, before running to catch up with him. 

Those long legs of him are really going to get me in trouble one day.

"Thanks for the night." I said sincerely. "And do you have my purse"

I really need to call shelley right now, I need to know where she is. last time she got drunk she slept in a park. 

"I think its in my car." Xavier reply before walking to God knows where with me behind him. 

"Did I said anything stupid last night" I finally decided to put a leash on my pride and ask. Staring at the back of his head for a reply. 

I can't really remember anything that happened last night, the last thing I know I did was wall out of the stupid bar.

"Except for ranting about how much you love sponge Bob, nope." His tall form, reduced to almost half his normal height, pulling open the back of a red Audi. 

Good. That means no deduction. My poor salary is safe....wait...

"Here."  he hands me my black purse of yesterday. 

"What about anything stupid. I didn't do anything stupid, right?" I ask again before collecting the purse from him. 

"Except from opening the connecting door this morning, nope." He answers then shut the door of the Audi, walking over to a black Bentley. 

"Don't put the blame it on me, am not the one who connected his room to the guest room." I scowl. 

"Well you shouldn't go around going through doors in someone's house with just a towel."

"I didn't know it leads to your room."

"Now you do." He snap. Hoping into the black Bentley. "You can leave whenever you want to. Everything in there is expensive, selling you won't make a compensation so I advice for you to be careful." He says before speeding off. 

What did he mean by that? That I am cheap?

"Son of a chocolate." I yell after him then make my way back into the mansion and to my heavenly breakfast. 

I can't wait to kill him. 

(Spongebob squrepants, haha haha, pretty much my favourite cartoon. Anyway please like and "comment." Love yal. ADIOS.)