Honey (bxb)

~9~

Jesse

We small talked till we reached the street where all the rich people lives. It's no surprise that's where he lives, I heard that he's crazy rich. I looked out in awe.The street looks so damn gorgeous with all kinds of luxurious mansions and modern homes.

When we reached his house I was amazed at what was in front of me. It wasn't a mansion but it had a cosy, homey feeling to it.

It was beautiful.

"Whoa... " I said in awe looking at the exterior of his expensive house. I heard Tristan chuckle at my expression and my face immediately turned red from embarrassment. He took me inside and God! this house looks damn luxurious.

Wait! Where is everyone else? "Umm...Tristan, where is your family? " I asked him.

"Oh...They don't live with me. I live alone," He said scratching the back of his neck.

"Uh..? You live alone? In this big house? " I asked surprised, pointing a finger to the floor. He laughed at me.

" I like living alone, so I moved out when I got into college. I wanted to live in a small apartment but my father wouldn't let me and bought this instead." He said, smiling.

These rich people.

"So you cook and clean on your own? " I don't see any maid here. Does he do it all alone?

"No. I have a maid, she comes in the morning and leaves after preparing breakfast and lunch. I cook dinner, " He said while walking to the kitchen.

"So you know how to cook? That's amazing. " I said, following him.

"Yeah... Thanks. I like it, sometimes I tell the maid not to come if I feel like cooking. It's calming," He said and opened the fridge. "Do you like orange juice?" He asked while looking at the items in the fridge.

"Yeah..." I said looking around the kitchen. Everything is so clean and shiny.

"You look like you really like my house. " Tristan said, smiling as he handed me a glass of orange juice.

"Well, it's my first time in a luxurious house so I'm definitely excited. " I sipped the juice.

"Do you know how to cook? " Tristan asked me leaning on the kitchen counter, sipping his orange juice.

I looked up at him. "Yeah... I like helping my mom in the kitchen. She taught me some of her recipes, she is an excellent cook ." I smiled.

After we finished our drink, he took me to his room. Everything in this house looks expensive. I was afraid to even touch things, fearing that I might break or scratch them. There were expensive flower vases here and there and some expensive paintings were hanging on the wall.