Chapter seventy-three
Matt pulls up to a guard gate and opens up the middle console, taking out a white card. He scans it and the guard gate lifts. We drive up and into a large garage area filled with cars, the daylight no longer visible.
I lift my hand up to my neck, running my fingers over the beautiful, diamond-encrusted rose.
"It's identical to my tattoo," Matt says.
I look over at him.
"The necklace?"
"Yeah," he replies. I glance over at his tattoos, the beautiful, wilting rose being my favorite. It's the only colored tattoo on his body whole body, colored a crimson red, similar to that of blood.
How could I not have noticed that?
"I'm getting a couple more tattoos on.....Tuesday, I believe. Wanna come?"
He pulls the car into a parking space, near the elevator.
"Does it hurt? Getting tattoos,"
"Not much. Depends on where you get them. I'm actually getting one of them on the back of my neck,"
"What are you getting?"
He smirks. "You won't let me get it if I tell you,"
He opens his door and gets out, leaving me wondering. I quickly hop out of the car, grabbing my purse.
"Matt, tell me. Now,"
He laughs a little, opening the trunk and taking out my suitcase.
"No. And I'm not telling you, I know how to keep a secret. I am not telling you. You'll just have to wait until I get it,"
"But I want to know now," I say and cross my arms. I know when I pout it reaches his soft spot. Believe it or not, he does have a soft spot.
He stands the suitcase up and pulls me against him, staring into my eyes. He kisses the bridge of my nose.
"Stop doing that. You, pouting, won't get me to tell you,"
I huff and take the picnic basket out of the trunk. He slings my backpack over his shoulder.
"Why can't I know? Are you getting boobs tattooed on our neck? Is that why you won't tell me?"
"Why would I need to get boobs tattooed onto my neck when I can just look at yours?" he says arrogantly.
"You can not," I dismiss.
He smirks at me again and shuts the trunk.
He walks towards the elevator, suitcase in tow, and scans the keycard against the scanner. The elevator button turns green and he presses on it.
"You might want to get your rest today because tomorrow, you're getting fucked,"
"Who says it needs to be tomorrow?" I ask. The elevator dings and we step inside the empty elevator. Matt puts the suitcase in the corner and the elevator doors ease shut.
He presses one of the buttons on the elevator keypad and it starts moving.
He takes hold of my hand. I wrap my fingers around his.
He brings my hand up to his lips and plants a kiss on my knuckles, his lips warm and soft. I love his lips. It's the second-best of his facial features. The first being his pulchritudinous, piercing eyes. They got me the first day I looked into them. Entrancing.
I smile at him as he makes eye contact with me.
The elevator dings and the doors open to a hallway. The hallway looks brand new and is very well lit with shiny floors. Matt grabs my suitcase and we walk down the hallway and at the very end, there is a left and right hallway. We go to the right. Once we reach the very end we stop in front of the door that says 2A penthouse. The door handle has a slot that Matt slides his key card into.
"Its really quiet in here,"
"Yeah. Just what I like,"
A green light flashes on the key slot and the door opens. I walk inside and flip the light on to illuminate the dark apartment.
All the lights turn on. I look to my right and see a decent-sized kitchen with shiny granite countertops, a small kitchen island, and dishwasher.
A very nice looking kitchen. I lift up the picnic basket onto the granite kitchen island and walk into the living room. Mounted on the wall, is a fifty-inch flat screen tv.
There is a black recliner chair next to a long black couch.
It's very clean in here, a telltale sign that Matt definitely never comes here. His room at the frat house is a pigsty. Doesn't mean I don't enjoy being in his room with him....
I turn and look at Matt who is standing not far behind me, watching me check out the apartment.
There is also a set of stairs. I wonder where that leads.
I walk up the stairs to a door. I open it, discovering a very large bedroom with a sliding glass door that leads to a balcony.
Master bedroom?
The bedroom has a king-size bed with black sheets and a thick black blanket.
I open the closet door and walk-in.
"Wow," I say to myself.
It's an enormous walk-in closet. Probably the size of a whole bathroom.
"You can have this room if you want,"
I turn and see Matt standing there with his arms crossed. His signature stance.
"What do you mean 'have'?"
"As in, belonging to you,"
"I don't even have enough clothes for this closet,"
"You can always buy more,"
I look around the sizely closet. It's beautiful. These are the types of closets you see in movies.
I walk past Matt back into the bedroom. The bathroom door is open, light flooding out. I walk in and see a mirror that spans above the whole countertop. There is a glass shower that's is completely see-through.
The toilet is next to the shower with a shelf above it.
There is also a small closet next to the bathroom counter. I open it and see a few shelves for keeping wash clothes and toiletries. I turn and of course, Matt is standing there.
"Like it?" he asks and runs his finger along my jawline. After being around him almost every day for the last couple of weeks, I have noticed that he's a very physically affectionate person. Ha ha, just like me. Even with our vast differences, I've found that we are similar in a lot of ways.
"Is this all?" I ask.
"There's another bedroom and bathroom downstairs and a small laundry room,"
"Can I go look?"
"Be my guest," he moves to the side. I take his hand and lead him out of the bathroom.
I don't wanna be walking around this place all alone.
We walk back down the stairs to the living room and down a connected corridor. I open a door leading to a smaller bedroom, a little more than half the size of the bedroom upstairs. There is a small closet and medium-sized window and that's about it. I walk back out into the hallway and open the door further down the hall. It's a guest bathroom with a toilet, bathtub, and sink.
I turn back around, checking if Matt is standing behind me. When I see no one's there I shut the door behind me.
"Matt I'm using the restroom!" I inform him. I know how he gets when he doesn't know where I am. I sit down on the carpet and think about all of this. It's a very nice, spacious apartment. I like it but.....
But what?
There's always that small, doubtful, hateful voice in the back of my mind.
I've made all these big decisions in the span of a little more than two weeks.
I rest my head in my hands and contemplate the last two weeks.
I've told Matt I love him.
Given him my virginity.
Gotten on birth control.
He's bought me expensive-ass, unnecessary jewelry that I don't need or deserve.
I've met his family.
Spending the weekend with him in HIS big ass penthouse.
God......damn.
I'm such an idiot.
A wave of nausea hits my stomach.
I'm dumb....stupid. I have no fucking sense whatsoever.
How could I have trusted and centered my college life around this literal stranger?
I haven't talked to my mom about any of this.
I've learned things about him I thought I would've never heard from someone.
He depends on me for his fucking mental health.
I'm not strong enough to deal with any of this.
Oh my god.....
I run my fingers through my air pulling on it, tears starting to fall down my cheek.
What the fuck am I crying for?
You're such a weak bitch sometimes......not to mention, fucking stupid and impulsive. Has your mother not raised you, you fucking animal? The small voice inside my head pointing out all my, well-known, flaws.
God.....
I stifle my heavy breathing so that Matt doesn't find out that I'm crying.
I wipe the tears from under my eyes.
I'm so emotionally.....overwhelmed.
I feel something wet in my panties. I slide my fingers inside my panties and pull them out. I look down at my fingertips and see the red liquid.
Fucking great! My period just hadddd to come now.
I stand up and wash my hands, looking in the mirror.
Lines that were never there are now visible under my eyes.
My eyes are red. Matt's gonna know I've been crying and interrogate me.
He can be a little overbearing sometimes. I'm a little overbearing sometimes, too. We both are. It just shows you care.
I dry my hands on the hand towel and open the bathroom door. I walk out into the living room, where Matt is sitting on the couch, his hand clasped together and his face crinkled like he's deep in thought.
He looks up at me. His eyes go wide and he springs up from the couch.
"What's wrong?" he asks frantically.
"Nothing," I turn and look around the living room for my purse.
He grabs my arm and pulls me back. He tilts my chin up and looks into my eyes.
"You've been crying," he states blankly.
"No, I haven't," I pull away from him and walk over to the kitchen counter, grabbing my purse.
"Where are you going?" he asks, panic rising in his voice.
"The store," I approach the door but he blocks me in.
"I don't. like. when you. lie to me." he says dangerously. "Why were you crying?" he asks, this time, his voice gentler.
"Period cramps. I need to go to the store and get some tampons,"
He narrows his eyes at me, pulling his keys out of his pocket.
"I'll get them. What else do you need?"
"A comb,"
"Okay,"
"You don't have to go. Let me go,"
He grabs me by the waist and holds me against his muscular body.
"Why were you crying? And don't you dare fucking lie,"
I gulp and sigh, looking down at my feet.
"Look at me and tell me the truth," he says again.
"I'm mad at myself,"
"Stop looking down at your feet. Look in my eyes,"
I look up at his eyes. His eyes are riddled with worry.
"Why are you mad?"
I look to the side but quickly avert my gaze to his eyes. "You got me the jewelry and I don't deserve it...."
"On and on about the fucking jewelry. How many times do I have to tell you....."
"I know. I just.....I've made so many decisions lately. Big decisions. I mean, for one, I gave my....virginity to you....."
"Were you not comfortable with having sex with me? Like, what are you saying?"
"No, I was.....I've just....I've been so......impulsive. I met your family, I got birth control, I've told you....I love you. I feel like, we're moving so fast. I'm about to spend the weekend at your apartment....."
"Our apartment," he corrects.
"No, Matt. Not 'OUR' apartment! I didn't pay for anything!"
"Who gives a shit who paid for it? We're supposed to be having fun and being together this weekend. I didn't know.....about all this," he says waving his arms around me, "I didn't know you were so uncomfortable with me and my money and everything. It's my fucking money. I can spend it on whoever and whatever the fuck I want to spend it on,"
"Sorry," I squeak. I pull out of his grip and back away from him.
"Matt I'm bleeding I need the tampons. Can I go already?"
"Fine. Fuck," he puts the keys on the kitchen counter and walks past me, up the stairs. I flinch as I hear the door slam shut.
I groan and stand up. My panties are starting to feel wet so I decide to change my clothes. I walk across the living room and unzip my suitcase grabbing a pair of black sweats and a black tube top.
I quickly put them on and go into the bathroom. I ball up a bunch of tissue and stuff it into my panties, as a makeshift pad. I walk back out into the living room and look around for that keycard that Matt used.
I spot the white card sitting on the counter. I grab it and open the door.
I look back at the stairs and sigh.
Stressed out doesn't even begin to describe how this......relationship makes me feel, I think to myself as I walk out the door.
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