Sinful Mates 1-3

　　Once inside, Theo pulled me towards a desk sitting in the large foyer. Off the side of the desk was some elevators. I could see my own reflection in the stainless-steel doors. I looked around feeling very out of place. Theo was talking to the receptionist. The place was indeed like a hotel with its red and gold décor and thick black carpets. Turning around, Theo thanked the woman, who was eyeing me with the fakest smile plastered on her face. “Come, the removalists left everything in the apartment.” I followed after him. I was on the bottom floor which I felt relieved about, as I always thought apartment buildings were a fire trap.

　　Stopping out the front of a black door, Theo popped the key in and opened the door. He strode in and started flicking lights on. Stepping inside, the room was spacious, the carpets were a dark smoky grey colour with lighter grey walls and white trims. A bookshelf sat on the wall in the loungeroom. The place was open plan, and I could see the marble benchtops in the kitchen at the back of the apartment from the loungeroom. There were three doors which Theo walked over, opening them. One was a huge bathroom with large black tile on the floor and grey tile on the walls. The bathroom had a large shower that could easily fit a few people and a bathtub off to the side. I was so not looking forward to having to scrub those tiles. It may be pretty to look at but was going to be a real bitch to clean.

　　Opening another door, it was a laundry complete with a washer and dryer. The last room was a bedroom which had a huge king-sized bed in the middle and a smaller bathroom off to the side. Walking in, I looked around. There was also a walk-in wardrobe and double doors that lead to a small courtyard, complete with outside table and chairs.

　　Come to think of it I didn’t recognise any of the furniture but did recognise my messy handwriting on the boxes that laid in the loungeroom, kitchen, and bedroom.

　　“What did you do with my mother’s furniture?” I asked, suddenly feeling ill at the thought of it being thrown away. I didn’t care about the furniture, only one particular piece, the dining table which my grandfather had made. My mothers’ father was a carpenter before he died and had made a huge dining table that my mother had adored and had hand carved an intricate floral design into the top and on the legs. Theo seeing my panicked expression quickly answered.

　　“It’s in our shed at a property we own just outside the city. Why? Something you need? I can go retrieve it for you.” I shook my head, relief flooding me that it hasn’t just been discarded like trash.

　　“No, but the dining table was my mother’s. Her father made it for her.”

　　“I promise it is safe, now what do you think? Do you like it?”

a bit much. But thank you,” I told him. The place was beautiful, but it wasn’t like home. I actually think I will miss the storage locker and my car. It had become home for so long now, I don’t feel comfortable with so much space. One thing I didn’t miss was not having a toilet within a few steps or hot water. I definitely wouldn’t miss freezing my ass off

some of her personal belongings into my new room. I chucked on one of her jackets. It

and in stepped Tobias. “I thought I would stop in and see how you’re going with unpacking.” I just walked over towards Theo who had just opened a box of

busy looking through photos.” I admitted. Tobias nodded

like normal people instead of just my bosses. “Why? does it bother you?” asked Tobias. Theo’s head perked up to look at me, he was holding

together kind of turned me on in a weird way. Walking over, Theo was reading the back of one of the books he had

　　“You like fantasy novels?”

nodded. “I wouldn’t

book still clutched in his hand. “You can borrow it if you want,” I told him. “It might not be your cup

　“Why you say that?” he asked, flicking through the pages. My face heated up suddenly

it’s an

　“You read erotica

Tobias own words at him. His lips turned up into a smile

up, but Tobias pulled me back down beside him on the