Alina’s POV
Darius’ house was everything I expected it to be, a sleek bachelor pad full of character. It was a small, terraced house a few minutes’ walk from Logan’s. The downstairs consisted of a masculine living room at the front that led through to a dining room and an open-plan kitchen at the back. It had lots of rustic elements with a modern twist. The living room was filled with black furnishings, including a custom-made leather sofa and a cluster of colourful paintings hung on the walls. The kitchen had a polished marble top that contrasted with the reclaimed wood flooring that ran throughout the house. It was cosy but sleek. I loved it.
“Sorry. It’s not what you’re used to, but please treat it like your home. I don’t want you to feel like a guest here,” Darius said sweetly, shuff
