"Change your clothes, we're going to the office." Nurhan led me to the room before and he went straight down further before he went into his room on the right.
As soon as I opened the door, I could see the round bed that I was lying earlier on. I did not realise how big the room was until I opened the closet door right next to the bedside table. It was filled with lots of female clothing.
Were these for me? Or was there a woman before me? I shook my head vigorously. It's not part of my concern if Nurhan has or had woman around him. I mean… He's a CEO. Bet that he is a playboy.
I browsed all the beautiful clothes that were hanging nicely in the wardrobe. There was a table, with a transparent glass on top of it. I could see the display of different accessories, ranging from bracelets, sunglasses, necklaces and rings. On the left side of the room, there was a small make-up table and cosmetics for me to doll with as well as the different kinds of shoes and bags.
I pinched my arm to not get distracted. I walked towards the make-up table and realised that I was only wearing an oversized white solid tone long sleeve textured office shirt. Did Nurhan change my clothes when I was unconscious? Did he see everything? Oh no! Oh no!
The closet door was knocked. I turned around. It was Nurhan. "Not ready yet?"
I was embarrassed to face Nurhan knowing that I was only wearing an oversized clothing. I looked down facing the marbled floor. Nurhan touched my chin and made me face him. "What's wrong?"
"D-did you change my clothes when I was unconscious?" I could literally feel my cheeks blushing. I could not even look him in the eye!
Nurhan giggled. He let go of my chin and started to browse the clothes. "What do you think, sweetheart?"
I did not answer. I do not want to! I was afraid. I was embarrassed. I was shy. Argh, all kinds of feelings in one go!
"It wasn't me who changed your clothes," Nurhan answered and picked a dark red wine sleeveless layered midi dress. It was a slip on style and had a round neckline. Thank God that the length of the dress was not too short, just right on the knee level. "Wear this. You'll look marvelous."
Nurhan placed the dress on the table and wanted to leave the room. I blocked his way. "W-wait. Who owns this room? Your sister?"
He shook his head.
"Then who?" I asked stupidly.
Nurhan winked at me. "It's all yours, sweetheart. I had Makcik Yana to check your sizes when you were unconscious and bought all these for you."
"W-WHAT?" I scratched my neck. "Why would you waste your money on me? It's not like I'm going to live with you here forever."
I swallowed my saliva hard as Nurhan approached me slowly with his 'playboy' smile. That wicked smile. I walked backwards until my body lean against the closet door that Nurhan had closed. Why did I not realise that?
His face came closer to me. I could only bit my lower lip to calm myself down. His lips passed by me and to my ear, he whispered. "I like that word. Forever."