Chapter 5 Birthday Gift

• He has disgusted me. I only have that to feel. Because anger is too hollow, I don't feel angry. He doesn't deserve that; anger is simply a term for sadness that is being denied.
• "This is where I live, and you’ll be living here from now on." he said.
• His voice is casual and conversational. When he addressed me, I didn't even turn to look at him. I can only assume that he is watching me closely and trying to predict my every move and response. I remained silent and stoned even after I realized he wanted that from me.
• My eyes have wandered to every nook and cranny. Wealth. This place is screaming that. Views of the well-lit city are provided by the substantial glass walls. The majority of the furniture is in dark tones like black, gray, and others. Even the elegant-looking flooring is completely obscured by dust and dirt.
• I'm speechless in amazement. I've been using men for years at their expense, but I've never seen anything as ostentatious as this. Yes, I have entered a few hotels. However, this location is exceptional.
• I moved slowly while continuing to scan the area with my eyes. Every indication of the location will indicate that a bachelor lives there. Too simple, too bachelorish, and too masculine.
• I heard him clear his throat. He appeared in my peripheral vision for a split second.
• "Your room is set up nicely." He continued, "You can put your things in there."
• I was somewhat in shock. A room? Ah, I see. It's not a dream. He said those words, and it felt as if my senses had just awakened. It's because everything is moving too quickly. I think I was talking to Lulu at the library when I last remembered, and now I'm here, living with the man who just gave me millions. Is that not absurd?
• My mind began to drip with bitterness until I could almost taste it. Seeing how intently he was watching me made my stomach feel cold.
• "It's alright." I said, coldly, "I don't need a room."
• His lips twitched, and his eyes gleamed a little. He's looking relieved that I’ve finally talked to him.
• He shook his head lightly. "Come."
• He turned around and started moving in that direction. Without any choice, I followed him behind. My thoughts became clear as I turned to face his back. He has really won me over. My father and I have been living together for my entire life. My mind is too busy to make sense of the situation, even though my heart is slightly in pain.
• I followed him as he made a turn into a hallway. He unlocked the door at the end of the hallway, which had two doors that I could see. He glanced at me after opening it. I immediately averted my eyes from him because I couldn't bear to look at him. He made room for me to enter and look around.
• My thoughts wandered off into the realm of fantasy once more. The bright white room makes it too bright for my eyes. Only the bed and the dresser are present inside. The two sides of the walls are all glass walls, just like what I saw in his living room a while ago, and the curtains that extend from the ceiling to the floor are opened. And it's twice as big as our house in terms of size.
• Jesus, what is this place? Is this even real?
• With a bit of shock implied, I turned into him. "I don’t need this."
• His brows furrowed. "I’ll let you rest. It's been a long day for you."
• My mind hitched. He just ignored my words. I couldn't process what he was saying. My instinct tapped my ego and told it to feel annoyed and disgusted.
• "Rest? Why? Are you too tired to fuck me tonight?" I snickered.
• His eyes turned pitch black. He’s mad because of my defiance. He glared at me, trying to intimidate me, but I just fought back. After seconds, one side of his lips rose, and he clicked his neck afterward.
• He turned around and buried his hands in his pockets. When he leaned to level my face, I almost fainted from lack of air. I made a concerted effort not to appear even slightly affected. My teeth were clenched.
• "I have plenty of energy left in me, Alia. So, please, refrain from saying anything you'll later regret. " he mocked me.
• I quickly blink while avoiding his eyes. Damn it. I detest admitting that he made contact with my ego. I had assumed that he would appreciate my defiance, but he is now playing the reverse card in his own unique manner.
• "Now rest and save your energy for those things that are in your head, hmkay?"
• I want to throw up as his warm, minty breath touches my face. I abhor it. He's really good at this, which I detest to admit. I tried to act cynical so he would regret what he just spent his millions on, but it's obvious he didn't buy it. It appears that he is interacting with a child who is having tantrums.
• He got up, which I appreciate. Because whenever he is nearby or present, I feel suffocated.
• I quickly saw him take his hands out of his pocket, and an instant later, a white box was visible. He opened the box in front of me, and I looked into it. My brows furrowed as I watched him open the box and discover a gold bracelet.
• He casually reached for my wrist and placed that bracelet on it without saying a word. He inserted what looked like a key onto it, and I saw it lock onto my wrist. I stared at him in confusion.
• He sincerely looked into my eyes before wishing me a happy birthday.
• I was unable to speak. He didn't say anything else before turning around and shutting the door, leaving me inside.