“Here, let’s get you freshened up,” he said, holding my hand and gesturing towards the stairs. I didn’t really understand what he meant by freshen up, but I decided to trust him regardless. He walked up the stairs and each step I took felt like I was in a dream land. His house was so luxurious but this time it was so specially decorated and all for me. I felt like a princess.
“Id just freshen up in the guest room. Where is it?” I asked innocently.
He let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, don’t be silly, Emily. Just follow me,” he said, still holding my hand.
When we got to his room, he opened the door and it was like something I had never seen before, like a safe haven. We stepped in and he gestured to me to sit on the really large king-sized bed dressed in the finest Egyptian cotton sheets an
