Chapter 16
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Raven
"Live with you?" I almost stuttered.
"The media is a ruckus like you said, and I want the utmost security for you. Don't worry, my penthouse has lots of bedrooms if that's what you're worried about. I just worry about your safety and also about the wedding planning so we don't have to meet up in public places like your office," he explained.
I nodded. "When?" I asked.
"Now?"
"I have a lot of things, Rao." I chuckled.
"Just grab what you need first, and I'll take care of the rest."
So, I did that. I just grabbed my smallest suitcase and placed some of my stuff for work and toiletries and other personal stuff. It took me for about 30 minutes to grab what I need and we are now driving to Raoul's penthouse.
As soon as I stepped foot in his penthouse, I was surprised. His home doesn't look... like his. Sage green color palettes? Yellow? Beige?
"Didn't know this is your palette..." I stated softly. Worried that I'll hurt his feelings by his color choices.
He looked at me, then his interior. He licked the bottom of his lips like he's debating with himself if he was going to answer.
"We'll change the interior once we get married." He just answered. "This is not my choice palette." He smiled bitterly then walked away going to the hallway.
Oh... So... this is what his ex designed...
Now I feel like I'm intruding...
"Is it okay?" I asked as I followed him into a bedroom. "Me being here?" I asked, carefully.
"Rave?" He asked as if he was asking why I was asking that. "Of course, it's okay."
"Can I be honest?" I asked.
"Hm?"
Is it really okay to be here? A shadow behind your ex's favorite? Her interior of choice, yet the woman you see is me instead of her?
If this is what it looks like in his living room, kitchen, dining, and hallways, what more inside his bedroom?
"Nevermind." I smiled.
"Raven, what is it?" he probed. He took a step closer to me. "What's bothering you?" he asked softly.
"Nothing, Rao..." I chuckled. "So this will be my room?" I stepped aside to get inside the room.
"Temporarily, yes." I looked at him and saw that he's leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.
"Temporarily?" I clarified.
"You think you'll sleep here after we get married?" He arrogantly raised his brow.
"Oh, wow." I'm shocked and he just smirked.
"The shower's at the right end of the hallway. My bedroom is just right in front of yours. Knock if you need something." he just said before he went inside his bedroom. I guess his bedroom has its own bathroom.
Well, at least this room is white. Nothing yellow or green. It looks clean too.
I got my towel and toiletries before going inside the bathroom. His bathroom has green tiles... what? Neverminding it I just showered and I got a good shower. I went out and shrieked when I saw Rao just outside his door.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi?" He asked back. "Everything okay?" He asked, as if I'm not just in my towel, hair dripping wet.
"I'm fine?" I quickly ran to my room and closed the door. WHAT WAS THAT?
Just when I was done getting dressed a knock came into my door. "Want a small snack?" Heard his voice over the door.
"Wait!" I shouted and in matter of seconds I went out. I went to the dining and saw a pizza box.
"You just ordered this now?" I asked why I was drying my hair in a towel.
"Yeah," he looked at me then my hair. "Do you have a blow-dry?" He asked.
"I forgot. Silly me." I chuckled.
"I have. Come with me." He grabbed my arm and we went inside of his bedroom.
Wow. His bedroom interior is different from the interior of his whole penthouse. Now this room screams Raoul.
"Sit." He commanded as if I was a dog, yet I still sat down on his bed.
He got a blow-dry on his hands and started to blow-dry my hair.
"You know that I do know how to blow-dry my own hair?" I stated.
"Just let me." He just answered, and I shut my mouth close because I don't know how to answer that.
We were quiet for at least 10 minutes until he was done blow-drying my hair.
"Thank you..." I said softly and I looked at him.
He just smiled a bit. "Pizza?" he asked and I nodded.
We both got our pizza and we're just sitting at the breakfast island area instead of the dining.
"What wedding motif do you want?" he asked.
"You're so invested in our wedding. Don't tell me you love me already?" I teased and he looked annoyed at my teasing.
"What's your favorite color?" I asked him.
"Black and Grey." He answered.
"Then the motif for our wedding is Red, Black and Silver." I smiled.
He looked at me like he was surprised that I included his colors.
"What kind of suit do you want me in?" He asked.
I shrugged. "It's your suit. Your choice. Just stick to the motifs, of course."
"I want a practice..." He suddenly stated.
"Practice about what?" I asked confusingly, and he smirked.
"Kissing you."
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