Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
"This will be your room," Ronaldo scratched the back of his head as he walked into the guest bedroom on the second floor.
Ronaldo's house was truly a bachelor's paradise. It was clearly meant for men and men only. Even the guest bedroom screamed masculinity with its dark grey walls, gold chandelier, a sort of man cave living room with a mini bar and fireplace.
The king sized bed was covered in black silk everything. The closet was practically black and the fraction of the bathroom I saw seemed to be the same.
"Thank you Ronaldo," I sighed as I sat down on the bed. Hans carried my bags into the room. I was still holding the ring in my hand, I looked down to it with a sigh before I clutched it. "I regret everything."
They looked at each other before they sat down on either side of me.
