I waited for Alex . . . and waited . . . and waited . . . and waited. But then eventually, he came back into the room. It felt like hours since he left, but oddly enough the second I saw him, I smiled. But he didn't return it, he just put a tray of food down on the bed and turned and walked over to the window. Staring out, he sighed.

"Alex . . . what's wrong?" He didn't turn around to talk to me . . . in fact, he just ignored me completely.

Throwing the covers off me, I climbed out of bed and walked over to him, I was about to put my hand on his arm when he quickly turned around and grabbed me. A little too tight.

"Don't touch me Rose, I'm not in the mood." He growled and pushed me away. A feeling of rejection washed over me and I walked over to the bed and started picking up my clothes.

If I wasn't wanted here, I'm not going to stick around.

As I started to get dressed, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know, but you don't want me around, so . . ." His arms tightened around me.

"I didn't say you had to leave though." Rolling my eyes, I unhooked his arms from around me and continued to get dressed.

"Well you haven't exactly asked me to stay."

"If I asked, then will you?" I turned to look at him, he smiled widely at me. Goddddd, why is he so cute!?

"Maybe."

Walking towards me, he opened his arms and rested his hands on my hips.

"Stay with me."

"That wasn't really asking, more like telling." He just grinned and shrugged. Rolling my eyes again, I surrendered and agreed to stay. Walking over to the sofa, I sat down. My mind began to wonder, I've tried not to think about things back home since I got here, what's the point? I'd never see anyone again.

I wonder if Casey had her baby yet?

Then I remembered . . .

I'd been here for at least two weeks already, so it's a safe bet she has . . . and I wasn't even there for it.

"What are you thinking about?" I looked up, blinking away a few tears and put a fake smile on.

"Oh, just wondering what everyone's up to." He frowned.

"No you weren't." Shaking my head, I stood up.

"Why do you even bother asking if you're just gonna invade my privacy anyway!?" I screamed at him as I walked over to the door, opened it, and then slammed it loudly behind me before he could even react. "Knob."

I hadn't really explored the mansion before, but as long as I had free time and nothing else to do, I thought 'What the heck'.

As I just wandered around everywhere, one thing was obvious . . . Alex took pride in everything.

It was all just endless corridors of hard, shiny, wooden walls and floors. The walls were lined with oil paintings of men and women dressed in posh suits and gowns, covered in jewels . . . clearly they're his past relatives.

Walking further down the hallway, I stopped and looked up at one specific painting . . . of Alex . . . and another woman.

Maybe this was his wife. She was beautiful . . . really beautiful.

How could I compete with her?

Sighing, I just walked away and headed up a big spiral staircase, god knows where it led. But lets find out.

I headed up the winding staircase until I reached yet another floor, and a long corridor stretched out in front of me lined with doors. I started walking down slowly, and randomly picked a door, opening it I peeked inside curious to see what was up here.

I'm sure you can imagine my surprise when my eyes met those of a big, tall, handsome stranger. I blushed and quickly closed the door again, running back down the stairs as fast as I could.

Who the hell was that!?