Chapter7

#Chapter7

I guess, I should've kind of figure that Ramsey is not a doctor when he led me into his huge apartment, which was built onto a glorious cliff on the seaside.

On the fucking seaside.

On a fucking cliff.

Well if I have to die somewhere, I would highly prefer this place... Altho I probably won't actually enjoy my time here, or the advantages of a penthouse.

/"You can leave your shoes there./" I heard, from behind so I quietly obeyed the instructions, hoping to get on his good side. He bought me a pair of blue sneakers, matching my eye color. This man is a huge freak, that's for sure.

I kicked the sneakers off of my feet and entered into the humongous living-room. Everything was grey, black or brown, pastels mainly.

I have to say, it looked to be a typical rich man's house, and I wasn't surprised by the fact that everything was so fuckin' tidy and perfectly placed.