We found our seats again and sat down. His father was still there, unfortunately.

"That's your second tantrum of the night, you'd think you'd be tired by now," his dad insulted as he took a bite of asparagus.

"How old are you again? You'd think you'd be tired of living, yet here you are."

'Oh my god.'

"Leyla," his father called me and ignored Eli's statement.

"Yes sir?"

"What is it that your parents do? Now that I know they aren't entrepreneurs."

"My mother is a pediatrician and my father is a contractor." I answered.

"So one is a child doctor and the other is a blue collar worker. How interesting." he claimed.

"Seeing that if you'd never had a *pediatrician* when you were younger you'd probably be dead or ill and rendered completely incapable of having the empire you currently own, I'd suggest you show my mother's profession a little more respect. Sir." I stated. "You can insult and belittle me all night long if it helps your ego but one thing I won't allow is the same to my angel of a mother."

"My apologies," his father stated.

"Accepted." I responded.

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After about another hour, everyone was having small conversations before they hopped into their cars and headed home.

"Elijah." his father called before we could walk out of the door.

"My god, do you not get tired of saying my name?"

"Shut up. I'm just telling you we will be having a barbecue in two weeks at the house. Your mother would like for you to be in attendance."

"I'll think about it," he said and we left out of the door.

"FUCK! I need a cigarette." Eli exclaimed as we got in the car.

"Your father is...um..."

"Self entitled? A money hungry jackass? A dick?"

"Cold hearted." I answered.

"Yea, well...he wasn't always like that."

"What happened?"

"He got rich. Started to only care about wealth. The house I live in is the house I grew up in. We moved to a million dollar mansion when he made it big and I was 14. Didn't feel like home. As soon as I hit 18 he took it again so I could move back. The love I thought my parents shared was one sided to my mother. Sharon? My dad's whore. Does my mom know? Yes. But she, for some unknown reason, still stays and loves him. He wants me to marry someone with rich parents as a way to get more money. The rich marrying the rich ensures wealth. Plus, her father would probably work with my father to get him even more money."

"So then he doesn't care about your happiness. He cares about the money you'll bring him."

"I guess. Don't make me sound like a Disney Princess." he stated and I laughed.

...

I watched as we pulled down our street.

"You know," I began. "I've never been inside your house, but you've been inside mine. Is it bad to assume you have dead bodies in your home?"

"No, that's pretty accurate." he answered and I looked at him worryingly.

"I'm kidding!" he exclaimed and I took a sigh of relief.

"...Kind of."

"WHAT?!"

He chuckled. "If you wanted to come inside then you could've just said so," he said as he pulled into his driveway.

We got out and he locked the car then unlocked his door and held it open for me.

The inside was a LOT better than I expected. He must've had it remodeled and refurnished when he moved in because this house was much older than it looked. I shouldn't have been surprised though, even the front of the house was better than the rest on the street.

The entire interior consisted of black, gold, and wood. It was sleek and modern. Everything looked so expensive. It smelled like vanilla, oak, and had a very faint hint of cigarette smoke. Something about it was relaxing.

"This is beautiful." I stated. My favorite color was black so I really liked it.

"Thank you. I can give you a tour if you plan on making this a reoccurring thing," he offered as he went into the kitchen.

"Yes, please." I replied.

He took out a small glass and threw in two perfectly squared ice cubes in it then took one of the very many brown liquors off of the shelf.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked as he poured his glass.

"I don't drink." I responded.

He chuckled. "I have juice and water, I'm not an alcoholic."

"Oh. Water is fine."

He took a sip of his drink then went into his refrigerator and pulled out a water bottle, slapping it on the counter in front of me.

"Thank you."

"Mhm." He went into a drawer beside him and pulled out a cigarette box. He took a cigarette and placed it between his teeth then put the box back in the drawer and grabbed a lighter. Lighting the cigarette then throwing the lighter back in the drawer and closing it shut.

"Ready for your tour?" he asked then took a hit.

I got out of my seat and followed him. "Obviously that was the kitchen."

"Really?!" I asked sarcastically.

"You're funny." he said as we kept walking.

"The living room." I looked at the black geometrical couch and glass table.

"Here's the guest bathroom." he flicked the light on.

It too had a dark aesthetic. It was modern as well and had a glass door to the shower rather than a curtain.

We kept walking.

"Guest bedroom." The bedroom had a queen sized bed and the comforter was grey with grey pillowcases to match.

We kept walking.

"My room." he said and opened the door.

"Why do you close your door when you live alo-..." I was rendered speechless when the door opened all the way. The room was large, the bed was king sized. He had a large framed mirror as his head board for some reason. His comforter was black and he had four pillows on his bed. The two largest were black as well and the two smaller ones were red.

"There's also a bathroom in here," he stated. I walked in further and saw the bathroom then went in.

Even the bathroom was large. The sink he had on the counter just looked like a large marble patterned bowl under the faucet. His shower wasn't a normal shower. It had no curtain, no door, and wasn't in a tub, it was a part of the floor with a drain right underneath the large shower head. The further I walked inside I noticed his closet was in his bathroom. His closet could fit four of mine inside. It had one large island in the center but was surrounded by a low and high rack for hangers. I turned around to look at him and realized he wasn't behind me so I walked back into his room.

When I got in there I saw his suit jacket was laid on his bed, he sat next to it, and he was loosening his tie again since the last time I tightened it back.

"What're you doing?" I asked as he threw his tie onto his jacket.

He took his cigarette between two fingers then started unbuttoning his shirt.

"I'm getting undressed in my room. What're you doing?" he asked with a slight smile.

"I'm not doing anything." I responded.

"Hm." he stood up after putting his cigarette back between his teeth and I saw his abs through the large opening of his unbuttoned shirt.

"You're house is pretty." That was an understatement. I was considering moving in.

"You're pretty." he said as he undid his cuff links.

"Are you trying to smooth talk me?" I said to try and hide my shyness.

"I'm just being honest." he snickered and started unbuckling his belt while maintaining eye contact with me.

He started to walk towards me and I got nervous.

He took his cigarette out of his mouth and he stood to the left of me but we were only a centimeter apart.

"That dress is doing something to me, Leyla." he said in a low tone then blew his cigarette smoke out from his nose and put the cigarette back in his mouth before entering his bathroom to go to his closet.

Have you ever wanted to cry because someone was so overwhelmingly sexy? Yea...