ELENA
I didn't know what to say. It was obvious that Devon must have had more than a dozen of properties, but I thought he lived with his parents at the villa.
He never really talked about his family or personal life as his all conversations began, revolved and ended with me only.
What surprised me was how he called this place his 'home'. He didn't use that term for the villa.
"So you live here... alone?"
I didn't know how that question sounded, but he raised his brows at me and asked, "you still have a doubt that I live alone and not with a bunch of hot women?"
Well...
I smiled sheepishly, shrugging my shoulders. He sighed before walking me to the couch in front of the television that hung on the wall occupying most of it.
He plopped into the couch, pulling me down with him. His hand now went around my shoulder, and I gulped nervously when he pulled me closer to him.
