My Name is NOT Cupcake

Chapter 8

"This is your house?" I asked astonished. He only chuckled as he parked the car.

"It's our house," he corrected. I was only even more shocked as I got out of the car. Elias came around

to my side and led my up the walkway to the giant mahogany double doors. Pushing it open, the inside

of the house looked like something out of a millionaires guide to perfect houses. There was a giant

glass chandelier welcoming us at the entrance. I paused and looked at the double winding staircase

and balcony.

"This is unreal," I whispered. The marble tile, the glass tables, the prestige wood, everything about the

house was beautiful and over the top. This must have been the house I was in originally in. This entire

entrance explains why I fell from a third story.

"Your room is upstairs for the time being. It's the one you were in before I had to take you to the

hospital," he confirmed. I couldn't help but to blush.

"Honestly, I wasn't going to jump to hurt myself. I was trying to escape," I said quickly. He only sighed.

"I know, and that's my fault," he said, taking my hand and leading me to another room on the first floor.

The living room had plush black suede couches and a giant television. The living room had a smooth

closed transition into the kitchen. It looked like the kitchen had never been used before. All chrome and

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were industrial sized. There were a few televisions in the corners of the kitchen as well. I was in

heaven. I loved cooking, and this was incredible. I grazed my fingers over the countertop on the island.

"Wow," I breathed. I opened the refrigerator to see that it was fully stocked with every food imaginable.

I fished through the walk-in pantry and wasn't surprised on its depth based on the rest of the house, but

I was pleasantly surprised to find hat the back wall was covered in candy. My smile widened as I saw

my absolute favorite; Lindor milk chocolate truffles with sea salt. I grabbed a few bags and sat on the

floor as I started popping them open and shoving them in my mouth. I sighed happily and closed my

eyes as I ate bag after bag.

"Nova, where did you-"

Elias stopped when he saw me covered in chocolate wrappers. He laughed and crossed his arms as

he leaned against a post. "I think I found your kryptonite," he joked. I glared and brought the chocolate

closer to me.

"Mine," I said before I snuggled closer to my chocolate. Elias sat there and watched me as I ate myself

into oblivion.

"Are you going to want to see the rest of the house before we go see your dad, or do you want to stay

here for the rest if the day?" he joked. I thought about it before I put what little chocolate was left back

in the proper space and stood.

"Tour please," I said. Elias chuckled and wiped a bit of chocolate off of my cheek with his thumb. He

stuck his thumb in his mouth, tasting the chocolate before he grabbed my hand and led me through the

house. It had numerous extravagant rooms and bathrooms that went up four stories. The fourth floor

was a giant bedroom in itself. It was Elias's room. The connecting bathroom was better than any of the

other ones in the house. It had a deep Jacuzzi tub and a walk-in steam shower. There were two sinks

and a walk in closet. It was huge. Everything about the room and bathroom were amazing. The color

scheme was black, gray, and white with a hint of green. It was perfect. The bed was a giant canopy

bed, super-California king sized. It was temper-pedic as well. I tested it.

"This is amazing," I smiled.

"It's yours too, whenever you want it. It's our room. I just put you in the other room until you're

comfortable enough to be with me," he explained. I paused and just looked at him. He was being

completely serious, and I wanted to take him up on the offer, but I wanted to refrain. I knew I couldn't do

that. No matter what Elias said, I felt like I couldn't do it.

"M-my dad?" I asked, changing the subject.

"We can go now," he said.