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I woke up to a very soft bed.

I'm never getting out of this again.

I shot open my eyes and looked around the room and noticed it was not my room.

I shot up and looked around the room.

It was pretty plain, the sheets were a silk dark blue with a black blanket on top.

The walls were cream white and there was a bedside table with a lamp and some other things.

I then remembered that I was with Landon so maybe it was his room.

Before I could get out of bed a door opened and In came a godly looking wet Landon.

Holy wow.

Landon had a towel wrapped around his torso it was so low that if you moved it down one inch his ding dong would show.

His black hair was wet and strands of it fell into his eyes.

He had droplets of water dribbling down his chest making his toned stomach look even definer.

His jaw was clenched and his face was cold and expressionless.

His gaze was set on his phone and as if feeling my eyes on him he looked up and stared into my eyes.

I just smiled at him softly and his gaze went from my eyes to my lips.

He lingered there for a while before going back to my eyes.

"Is this your room?" I asked him.

He nodded his head and made his way to the nightstand and put his phone on the charger.

"What time is it?" I asked him curiously.

"5pm." His deep voice said coldly.

"Wait is it Sunday Night?" I say shocked.

He looks over at me and smirks slightly.

"Fuck." I say mumbling to myself.

Did I seriously sleep the entire day?

I'm blaming the comfortable bed.

He just looks over at me and shrugs and I smile playfully at him.

He walks over to his dresser and grabs clothes, I turn around as he carelessly lets his towel down.

My face goes red at the thought of almost seeing him fully naked.

"You hungry?" He asks me while walking over to my side of the bed, fully dressed.

As he says that my stomach decided to be a bitch and rumble like a fucking pig.

He looks at me emotionally but his eyes held amusement.

He took his hand out for me to take and I gladly took it.

We head out of the room and I see a staircase, a very long staircase.

I look around in amazement, his house or mansion was frickin huge.

I think even bigger than that beach house we went to.

He walks in front of me leading me down the stairs my hand in his as we walk.

"Is this your place?" I ask him.

He turns his head to me slightly over his shoulder and hums in response.

We make it to his huge kitchen and I sit down on a stool as he goes around the bench.

He goes to the fridge and gets out a few things, he places them down on the table and then turns the stove on.

"Wait you can cook?" I say to him smiling in amusement.

He turns his head from the cutting board to me through hooded eyes as he nods his head.

"You should be my personal chef then," I say looking at how he was professionally cutting.

He smirks as he continues to cut the pieces of tomato.

I wonder what else those hands could do.

He suddenly moves around to grab two bowls and come around to my side placing the bowls in front of me.

Before he moved around to walk back to the table he leaned over me and whispered huskily in my ear.

"There are many things I can do with these hands love, especially to you." His deep voice rang through my ears.

I look at him red-faced as I realised I said that out loud.

Fuck my literal life.

A small smirk appears on his face as he moved to go back to the food.

I watch him move around the kitchen gracefully and skillfully.

He places the pasta into the pot and turns to me.

"What are your plans after school?" He asks me suddenly.

I was surprised by his question.

"Um well, I've always wanted to be a professional dancer, usually during the summer I would attend a dancing school and I go to classes now and then too. I haven't had time though because of finals for school." I tell him.

His eyes stayed on me the whole time I talked and it felt nice for someone to listen to me.

He looked at me and his lips tugged at the corners before defaulting to his normal facade.

"A dancer?" He says going over to check on the pasta.

I laugh and reply,

"Yeah I know, you wouldn't really think that I was one, seeing how clumsy I am. But I consider myself pretty good at it, hopefully, one day I'll be dancing professionally." I say confidently and smile up at him.

He turns his head over his shoulder and smirks at me.

"Hm, you'll have to dance for me sometime." His deep voice says, he stares at me while leaning against the table with his arms crossed, making his muscles bulge out.

I just stare at him and smile feeling a blush creep to my cheeks.

"Yeah, I actually might start going back to classes I kinda miss it," I say shrugging my shoulders.

His grey eyes just stare at me like he was in a trance.

I stared back at him in the same trance watching his silver eyes glow.

He then breaks the eye contact and goes back to cooking.

"Do you cook a lot?" I ask him.

He turns back to me and replies.

"Not really, don't have the time." He says as he grabs the two bowls.

I just nod and watch as he pours the pasta and sauce.

That smells like literal heaven.

I should actually consider him as my personal chef.

He gives me a bowl and a fork and waits for me to try it before he digs into his.

I grab a good amount of the pasta and put it in my mouth.

And I can tell you I was for sure in heaven.

I chew and try to keep my face neutral.

I swallow and then look up at him.

He was watching me, keeping on his emotionless face.

"That was fucking amazing." I say finally.

He smirks at me.

He then grabs his bowl and walks over to sit with me.

We eat in comfortable silence.

I was literally demolishing the heavenly pasta.

Once we were done he placed the empty dishes in the sink and turned his head in my direction motioning for me to follow him.

I stood up from the stool and followed him.

"Do you mind if I stay here again tonight? I don't really want to go back to my empty house," I ask him as I look down at my fingers.

I feel him stop which nearly made me crash into his back.

He turned around to face me and walked closer to me while keeping his gaze on me.

His face was cold and so was his eyes.

He now stood right in front of me his chest nearly touching mine.

I tilted my head up to look at him, his hand came up to my cheek and caressed it while his thumb ran over my cheekbone.

"Love, you can stay for however long you want." His deep voice came out gently and husky.

I smiled up at him happily.

"Thanks, Landon." I say back.

His hand moved as he placed his lips on my jaw kissing it gently as ever.

I got goosebumps from the contact, his lips remained on my skin for a few seconds before they were removed.

He stood up straight and started walking again not before taking my small hand in his large one.

We walked up the stairs to his room, he went to his dresser grabbing clothes as I sat on the bed waiting.

He walked back out with a shirt of his and a pair of shorts.

"You can wear these, If you wanna shower there's a towel in the bathroom for you." He says handing me the clothes.

I send him an appreciative smile.

I walk to the bathroom and turn the shower on.

I look at my appearance and to say I look like a drowned rat would be an understatement.

My mascara is everywhere in my eyes, my lips are red and my hair is basically a birds nest.

How did he even look at me without laughing?

I went into the shower and scrubbed myself.

I came out and got dressed.

When I was done I went out of the room and saw that Landon was nowhere in sight.

I decided to grab my phone and place it in my pocket and then walked out.

Landon's clothes drowned me but I just tied the shorts up at the hem so it would fit better, while the top basically just hung loosely on me as like a dress.

I went back down the stairs to see Landon standing near the front doors talking to some guy in a suit.

Now that I look around there are several men in suits around the house just standing there.

Sus.

I walked over to Landon which got his attention.

I came behind Landon and stood there as the man in the suit talked to Landon, the man was quite tall but Landon was taller towering over him and almost everyone in his way.

The man was speaking in a different language to which I didn't understand.

He seemed pretty intimidating but not even close to how intimidating Landon usually looked.

The man looked to be in his early to mid-20s and his voice had a thick accent in it.

I stood behind Landon awkwardly I could feel Landon's stance tense more and more as the man spoke to him.

I paid no mind to what they were saying since I couldn't understand shit, all of sudden Landon's hand comes from out of his pocket and goes behind his back holding it out.

I realise he wanted me to hold his hand, and I did.

I put my hand in his as I felt him visibly relax at my touch.

This made me smile and erupt with butterflies.

His hand wrapped around my fingers, while his thumb ran over my palm.

The man finally stopped speaking and Landon replied to him in the language.

His accent was fucking beautiful.

It was so strong and manly.

His voice sounded somewhat even deeper as he spoke in it, though it was just a couple of words it shocked me as to how much it attracted me.

The man nodded at Landon and was about to leave until he noticed me.

His eyes lingered on me as he looked at me lustfully.

"Who's this Angelo?" His accent rang through the hall as his eyes lingered on me when he asked Landon.

Though I couldn't see Landon I could tell he got tense again and I could practically feel the anger rising off of him.

Landon stepped in front of me fully covering me from the man, as his hand wrapped around mine from behind protectively.

"Leave Marcello." He says darkly sending me chills up my spine.

God, I would NOT want to be on his bad side.

The man put his hands up in surrender and chuckled darkly.

"Sorry Malik, couldn't help myself she is quite a bellezza hm?" He says through his thick accent.

Translation; Beauty

"Se vuoi mantenere quella lingua, starei zitto, cazzo." Landon says back quite threateningly though I didn't understand what he said.

Translation ; (If you want to keep that tongue of yours I would shut the fuck up.)

The man stood back and closed his mouth.

He looked back at me then at Landon and walked out without saying another word.

I sighed, as Landon turned around to face me.

His face was stone cold, I could sense he was a lot angrier now.

I stepped forward towards him, and slowly put my hand up onto his cheek.

I wrapped my hand around his cheek caressing it, I traced my fingers along his jaw feeling how tense it was.

I then trailed my finger slowly up to his high cheekbones swiping my thumb across it gently.

I then kept my hand there as I switched my gaze to his eyes.

His dark grey eyes were now light and slightly soft as my hand kept brushing over his skin.

I looked into his silver eyes.

"You okay?" I asked him softly and quietly.

He rolled his eyes and then replied.

"I should be asking you that." He said blankly.

I just smiled and shook my head in amusement.

I then stood on my toes and placed a kiss on his jaw, I felt him tense again as my lips made contact with his skin.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let one hand carelessly rake through his soft hair.

He moved his hand to my waist wrapping his arms around me almost possessively.

He buried his face into my neck as I felt his breath tickle me.

We stayed like that for what felt like ages until he removed his arms.

We both stood up straight but his arm was around my waist still.

"Come with me?" He asks me nodding his head towards the door.

I just smiled up at him brightly and took my hand in his.

He glanced back down at me before turning and heading for the door.

We make it outside and head towards his car.

He opened the door for me as usual and I got in.

He got in on his side and started the car not before looking back at me.

"So where are we going?" I asked him.

He glanced at me and then looked back at the front.

"You'll see."

That is all he says before speeding through the gates.