Amabel POV
As I turn to my other side, the sun creeps in my bedroom into my eyes. Something smells. I open my eyes to see that I'm not in my bedroom. Where the hell-
The smell of men's cologne comes in the room, off of my clothes, my hair and the bed. Did I do something? It smells kinda nice. I like it. It smells like...
"Good morning," he says, coming into the room wearing only a towel around his waist with steam entering the room. Ahem, excuse me, not room. Suite! As beautiful and as gorgeous as this man is, all I can think about is Mom.
"Did you bring me here?" I ask. He was on his way to a door which I assume is his closet, because he just came out of the bathroom. And damn, it is hot in here. He turned to face me and wiped his wet hair fast with another towel as he said, "Yes. You fell asleep and I didn't know where you lived, so I brought you here."
Then it hit me again. Mom. "Uh, thank you so much," I say as I get up and get out of his bed in a hurry. "But, uh, I have to go. I'm late for work." I picked up the pillows from the floor already wanting to make the bed. It's a habit.
"Let me drive you." I froze. I can't let him do that.
"Uh, thank you but I can't let you do that. Besides, I have to go now, Gwen's probably looking for me." Where is my phone? I hope I didn't leave it in the hospital.
"Okay," he says and then slowly makes his way over to me, with a stare so hard I can't breathe. Why is he so attractive? I mean, seriously, that jawline, those abs... Oh and look at the waterdrop falling from a point of his hair, rolling down his chest, down to his stomach and then...
He clears his throat, stopping me from going down, down, down. My eyes snap back to his and I begin to blush, in embarrassment. Whatever. He came closer and closer. Is he going to kiss me? He can't do that! I haven't even brushed my teeth and we don't know each other all that well.
A little bit closer and I close my eyes trying to hide from his gaze on me until he gives me my phone, holding it at the top part of the screen.
I can't handle his stare on me, so I look down and then I take my phone and put it in my back pocket. "Thanks. Uh, see ya around."
I can still feel his gaze on me even though I am still walking away. I stop at the entrance of the door and look back one more time, seeing him walking into his closet with his back to me. Those muscles on his perfectly tanned skin. Caramelized skin... It's beautiful.
I get lost in his mansion as a lady wearing a white buttoned shirt with black overalls making her way over to me. "Can I help you, ma'am?" she asks politely.
I clear my throat and reply, "Uh, could you help me to the front door, please. I'm kind of lost."
She smiles at me and then holding out her hand for me to follow. We pass an enormous kitchen and then a very warm living room. The walls on the left are a color of gray and on the left there are no walls but a huge window with a view looking out onto LA, the beach and getting a good morning from dolphins jumping out of the water. I could stare at this view forever.
The living room doesn't have much carpeting done, but some parts are covered with the fluffiest white carpets I've ever seen and the rest are just tiled floors. I can see that Trevor and his family are very wealthy, but it looks like he doesn't like leather.
The white couches are seated in an L form facing the window and an oval shaped TV in front of the couches. Glass tables are placed at the sides of each couch with a vase-formed lamp. Then out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed that the floors had butterflies on them like it's been engraved and where the couches were seated, white carpet laid with little butterflies on them.
Huh, I wonder who this place actually is for. Who am I kidding? Of course he has a girlfriend and it's obviously serious if they are living together. Though, I didn't see much women's clothing in his room. Maybe they sleep in different rooms?
Amabel! Stop it! You don't need a guy right now. You have to focus on school and your career. Shit. I'm late for work. And it's my second day. Seriously, Amabel?
I rush out the door and get a cab on my way to the apartment. When I got there, Gwen was dressed in her pajamas with a messy bun behind her haid. Her slippers made a squeaky noise on the floor which made both of us shriek.
"Hey. Where the hell have you been?" It was obvious that Gwen had a massive hangover. But, when it came to her friends she didn't care about her head throbbing and her stomach spinning. I walked towards her and gave her a hug. I'm big on hugs.
"There was an emergency at the hospital. My mom's heart stopped..."
Gwen's jaw dropped and I saw tears forming in her eyes. "Amabel, I'm so sorry."
"No, no, no, she's okay. Well, she's stable. I don't know for how long, but she's okay."
Gwen closed her eyes and sighed at the same time as relief washed over her. How I envied that. I would love to feel relieved, having no worries, being free and to be able to do whatever I want. But, then again. It's not who I am. Where did the rebel in me come from?
"Good. But still, where were you? You didn't come home last night?"