Lady of the house

chapter 4

We walk to his closet, and he pulls out a pair of sweat pants with a drawstring and a plain grey t shirt for me to wear. I take them and head back out and into the bathroom. He follows me into the bathroom, startling me.

"I can shower on my own." I say blushing.

"I know. I was just going to get the stuff out for you to use, so you didn't have to search for it." He says, walking over to under the sink and grabbing out two towels and a washcloth. He then goes over to a closet in the corner and grabs out some shampoo, conditioner, and a bar of soap. He brings them back and sets the towels on the corner of the sink. He hands me the others. "I will leave you to it." He gives me a quick kiss and walks back out.

I step into the shower, and I'm at an aww. The shower has two heads. I turn it on. The water comes down like a massage, and I bask in it. I just stand there for a few minutes, letting the water relax my muscles. I think about Devon being in here touching me. I grab the bar of soap and start rubbing my body with it. I moan. I grab the shampoo and start to lather it into my hair. I step back under the water and rinse it out. I reach for the conditioner and stop. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Devon in the mirror. I stop and ask him what he is doing.

"I'm not sure. I was in my room reading a book. next thing I know, im in here with you. I don't even remember walking in here." He says with sincerity.

"Could you please go back out? I'll be out in a couple of minutes." I tell him. He walks back out, and I finish quickly. I got dressed leaving the underclothes off because I didn't want to wear dirty ones. I walk back into the bedroom. "I'm out." I say, walking over to him. I wrap my arms around his waist.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I walked in there. I didn't see anything. I swear." He starts blabbering.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad." I tell him. I stand on my tip toes and try to pull him down so I can kiss him. He won't budge. "Hey. It's okay." I repeat. He is still not listening to me. I tap him on the chest. The tap caught his attention. "It's okay. Now, will you please let me kiss you. I say, pulling on his neck again. This time, he complys, lowering his head to mine and connecting our lips in a sensual lingering kiss. It's not hurriedly like the first one where we were battling ourselves. We break apart.

"Okay, let's get moving." He tells me reluctantly, like he doesn't want to let me go.

"What's wrong?" I ask him. I hope he will say he doesn't want to let me go, and he wants me to stay here forever with him.

"I don't want to let you go back to your place to stay. I want you to stay here with me forever." He says, copying what I was thinking in my head.

"I don't want to leave forever either. I do need to get some clothes, at least from there. I want to keep the apartment at least for now in case we can't be together. I hope that doesn't happen."He roaws at the comment of us not being together.

"I won't let us not be together. You are mine and mine alone." He says angerly, pulling me more into his body, sniffing my neck to try and calm down.

"I don't want to leave you either." I confess to him.

"Mmm. You smell so nice. like a fresh baked apple pie with caramel drizzle." He says against my neck, making me shiver. I feel warmth enter my lower stomach.

"What are you doing to me? I feel strange. It's a good strange but strange none the less."

"I'm probably turning you on. I can smell your arousal. It's natural. Let's get going before I do something you aren't ready for." He lets me go and walks away. I follow him down the stairs and out the front door. "Wait here while I go get the car." He says and walks around the side of the house.

He returns in his Jaguar. My jaw hits the ground. The car is expensive, sleek, cherry red, and a convertible. "Wow, can I drive?" I ask him.

"You like my car that much?" He asks and throws the keys at me. I catch them. "Have at it," he says." Just don't crash it. It's my baby."

"I won't. I promise. Thank you." My face is lit up like a Christmas tree. I get in and start the car with the push button. I buckle up.

"Anything for you, kitty, as long as I get to see your face light up like that every time. " He tells me as he slids into the passenger seat and buckles up.

I head towards my apartment on the other side of the city. it takes about twenty minutes to get there. We travel in silence. When we pull up to the building, Devon growls. "You live here? How can you? you are moving in with me today. No arguing."

"Yes, I do. It's the only place I can afford right now. I thought we were taking things slow. I'm not ready to move in. Stay yes, move in no." I say, looking at the run down building, knowing it's not the safest thing around that I could live in, but it was mine. It's the first thing I paid for with my own money instead of using someone else's.

"Let's get going in. We need to get you back so I can head to the office for a couple of hours, maybe less if people cooperate with the deal." He tells me. We go up the two flights of stairs to my apartment, and I unlock the door. We walk in. I'm embarrassed because my clothes are all over the place. I don't normally bother picking up until Sundays because it's just me seeing the place.

"Sorry about the mess. I normally pick it up on Sundays my day off." I say blushing.

"All good. Emily tells me that you work 2 jobs and that you rarely have time to do anything for yourself. it's okay. When you move in with me, you won't have to worry about it anymore. You can quit your jobs and be a housewife. Though I don't think you are one of those girls." He says

"You're right. I wouldn't want to sit around and not do anything. I might quit one later on, but for now, I'm going to keep them both. You don't have a say either. I need to make my own way. I know you want to help, but I want to be independent." I argue.

"Okay. If you want to work you could come work for me also. I wouldn't abject to it. That way, we have more time together. I won't push you either. It's just an offer." He says.

"I will consider working for you. I will still be independent but closer to you." I tell him I start going around the apartment picking up the clothes and putting them in a garbage bag so I can take them to a laundry mat, or maybe I could use Devons. I then go to my closet and pull out my suitcase to put my clean clothes in. I grab my tavel bag and put my personal items in it along with my make. Once I am done gathering the stuff I want to take to his place, I walk up to him. "I'm ready."