SLEEPOVER

Hours later, dawn was upon us and munchies crept in.

"Got something to eat? I'm kind of hungry."

"Leftovers of takeout, a sandwich?"

"That will do."

Re-entering the vast room, I head to the kitchen island; he reaches for the fridge and I have a look inside.

"Oh I need to raid your fridge, no need for sandwiches, heat some of these up." That draws laughter, more than a hyena howl of laughter.

"How much do you eat nowadays, your eyes are really excited."

"Am from smoking, what do you think, also midnight lunch or early morning breakfast."

I get plates from a shelf and create a set for us on the crispy clean marble island and sit on one of the five stools near him.

Waiting for the microwave to click to serve us, he asks; "water, white wine, or juice?"

"Wine will be fine, water is dangerous to my taste buds."

"Apples or grapes?"

"Apples."

He follows the arrangement and adds more edibles and cutlery, before the ding sound alert. The meal looks yummy, time to dig in as he sits opposite me. I'm more relaxed than I came in, if he wanted to take advantage he could and I would have done nothing about it.

"How did you land this place, how long have you been here?" I had to ask, been bothering me a lot.

"I own the building."

"This is such a good place, I think congratulations are in order."

"Deliver then." A huge grin on his face with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, I can't stir his ego and pride, so I flip him off.

"You should give me a tour after this."

"Okay, eat up, but whatever you see, this is pretty much it, excluding the upstairs and a few rooms beyond that hallway."

"What keeps you going?" I hardly remember him this grown.

"So random, pretty much everything."

"Mhhh!" 

We both eat the hefty meal, stealing glances at each other.

"Am done, thank you so much, this was delicious, though you didn't cook but your taste in everything is always perfect. Sometimes I admire it, sometimes am pissed off, envious of how collected you are in everything."

I have turned into a chatterbox, not my intention. I hate doing that, you may not know what may be used against you and how. Too much unnecessary information, not good with the ramblings either, I have to encourage him to talk instead. His plate is empty and we clean the counter. Standing up, a glass in hand, trying not to stumble. Drinking while seated takes a huge toll on you afterward. A little advice, you need to chug it up and let some steam loose not accumulate it.

The staircase was snaking up, "The stairs seem too delicate I can't race you up, aren't you afraid to break a leg here."

"Never thought of it that way, all I see is the design."

A snort that was unintended escapes me, not so lady like. It's just him, I shouldn't be too cautious of being me and at this moment it can't be helped.

Advancing while smiling, 'That's cute' he says while leaping up past me, whatever that meant I didn't have any idea.

"Here is your tour miss; this is my study/office whatever you prefer, then this is my…I don't know yet, then this is of one of the guestrooms, grey and yellow seem to blend in a way so don't ask about the colors, and the last room, master's chamber."

"Who is the master?"

"Haven't you met him yet?" said that while one of his hands moved up and down on his torso, the other supporting him from a wall

"Don't worry about the wall colors; they did seem to blend, no judgment, please. And if I don't buy the cans who will?" he continues.

"So defensive, why is that? Did Rainbow visit or was a girlfriend with a meltdown suggested?"

"None, inspiration took place."

Goodness, his place was magnificent, the wall colors, though different blended, beautifully and artistic. The décor speaks volumes for itself, it fits

"This is the final of the grand tour, my bedroom. That door leads to the closet and dressing room, that to my bathroom, and am done," hands spread out.

"Let me check the bathroom, need to wash my face before I slump down may I use your guestroom for that if you don't mind."

"I forgot to mention there is one on the ground floor with everything. This up here is a bit inept"

"Intentionally or?" he chuckles, "I can do the couch," I add.

Actually at this point am used to sleeping anywhere as long as am safe, he can suggest anywhere and I will be fine. He seems to be deep in thought.

"Need to get some few hours' sleep, am anticipating tomorrow, today I mean. It will be a long day and am exhausted." I say to bring him back to the present.

"You can use mine instead."

I take the invitation and walk into the bathroom.

We talked, goals were achieved and after the night's events, all I wanted to do is slump down. Upon entering his bathroom, it was magnificent and I couldn't help myself. It was sleek and elegant, just like the owner. The bathroom is illuminated with recessed lighting to create a soft and inviting ambiance. A large freestanding bathtub, a spacious walk-in shower with rainfall showerheads, and the marble tile blended throughout.

The vanity area had a luxurious countertop made of quartz, with a double sink and high-end fixtures. A large frameless mirror hangs above the vanity and across the wall, adding a touch of sophistication to the space. The flooring was made of polished porcelain, with a plush area rug for added comfort and style. Fresh flowers and scented candles are accessorized adding a finishing touch to the overall aesthetic of the bathroom. It is a retreat-like space that exudes luxury and refinement, making it the perfect place to relax and unwind after a long day.

"Oh my gosh! I need to move in with you, just to use and utilize your whole bathroom, promise I won't interfere with either your schedule or anything."

Laughter roared beside me, I didn't hear him approach.

"Yes I know the bathroom is the deal-breaker, you can live in here during the day."

I walk to the sink and clean my face, and makeup off.

My face is clean and I start to feel drowsy and tired. Sitting down and waiting for him to clear up, it appears to be a routine for him before bed; just like my face routine, make-up always comes off at some point before sleep. I keep wondering if there is always someone watching him do it or doing it with him. Why should I care anyway?

He is too secretive; it's killing me not to know something personal about him, his current life. I find myself fascinated with the way his broad shoulder blades move as he brushes his teeth, talk about hygiene much…mmh! Not bad at all. I won't mind him flexing on me, a hug to enclose me in his strong embrace, but it isn't right to think about that, even for a single second. I don't even like him that way, seen the number of girlfriends on socials, and I can't even go there…

Pondering over his explanation, it makes sense but doesn't weigh enough weight. What was he omitting in his story; he is Matt's nephew for crying out loud. As much as I can't put anything past Matt, but still, there was more to it than what he was saying. Nevertheless, I have already agreed to help him and can't take my word back