"This is your house?" I asked astonished. He only chuckled as he parked the car.
"It's our house," he corrected. I was only even more shocked as I got out of the car. Elias came around to my side and led my up the walkway to the giant mahogany double doors. Pushing it open, the inside of the house looked like something out of a millionaires guide to perfect houses. There was a giant glass chandelier welcoming us at the entrance. I paused and looked at the double winding staircase and balcony.
"This is unreal," I whispered. The marble tile, the glass tables, the prestige wood, everything about the house was beautiful and over the top. This must have been the house I was in originally in. This entire entrance explains why I fell from a third story.
"Your room is upstairs for the time being. It's the one you were in before I had to take you to the hospital," he confirmed. I couldn't help but to blush.
"Honestly, I wasn't going to jump to hurt myself. I was trying to escape," I said quickly. He only sighed.
"I know, and that's my fault," he said, taking my hand and leading me to another room on the first floor. The living room had plush black suede couches and a giant television. The living room had a smooth closed transition into the kitchen. It looked like the kitchen had never been used before. All chrome and silver accessories and grey marble counters. The floor was white tile and the refrigerator and freezer were industrial sized. There were a few televisions in the corners of the kitchen as well. I was in heaven. I loved cooking, and this was incredible. I grazed my fingers over the countertop on the island.
"Wow," I breathed. I opened the refrigerator to see that it was fully stocked with every food imaginable. I fished through the walk-in pantry and wasn't surprised on its depth based on the rest of the house, but I was pleasantly surprised to find hat the back wall was covered in candy. My smile widened as I saw my absolute favorite; Lindor milk chocolate truffles with sea salt. I grabbed a few bags and sat on the floor as I started popping them open and shoving them in my mouth. I sighed happily and closed my eyes as I ate bag after bag.
"Nova, where did you-"
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