Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 16

　　Once inside, Theo pulled me towards a desk sitting in the large foyer. Off the side of the desk was some elevators. I could see my own reflection in the stainless-steel doors. I looked around feeling very out of place. Theo was talking to the receptionist. The place was indeed like a hotel with its red and gold décor and thick black carpets. Turning around, Theo thanked the woman, who was eyeing me with the fakest smile plastered on her face. “Come, the removalists left everything in the apartment.” I followed after him. I was on the bottom floor which I felt relieved about, as I always thought apartment buildings were a fire trap.

　　Stopping out the front of a black door, Theo popped the key in and opened the door. He strode in and started flicking lights on. Stepping inside, the room was spacious, the carpets were a dark smoky grey colour with lighter grey walls and white trims. A bookshelf sat on the wall in the loungeroom. The place was open plan, and I could see the marble benchtops in the kitchen at the back of the apartment from the loungeroom. There were three doors which Theo walked over, opening them. One was a huge bathroom with large black tile on the floor and grey tile on the walls. The bathroom had a large shower that could easily fit a few people and a bathtub off to the side. I was so not looking forward to having to scrub those tiles. It may be pretty to look at but was going to be a real bitch to clean.

　　Opening another door, it was a laundry complete with a washer and dryer. The last room was a bedroom which had a huge king-sized bed in the middle and a smaller bathroom off to the side. Walking in, I looked around. There was also a walk-in wardrobe and double doors that lead to a small courtyard, complete with outside table and chairs.

　　Come to think of it I didn’t recognise any of the furniture but did recognise my messy handwriting on the boxes that laid in the loungeroom, kitchen, and bedroom.

　　“What did you do with my mother’s furniture?” I asked, suddenly feeling ill at the thought of it being thrown away. I didn’t care about the furniture, only one particular piece, the dining table which my grandfather had made. My mothers’ father was a carpenter before he died and had made a huge dining table that my mother had adored and had hand carved an intricate floral design into the top and on the legs. Theo seeing my panicked expression quickly answered.

　　“It’s in our shed at a property we own just outside the city. Why? Something you need? I can go retrieve it for you.” I shook my head, relief flooding me that it hasn’t just been discarded like trash.

　　“No, but the dining table was my mother’s. Her father made it for her.”

　　“I promise it is safe, now what do you think? Do you like it?”

　　“I do like it, although I think it’s a bit much. But thank you,” I told him. The place was beautiful, but it wasn’t like home. I actually think I will miss the storage locker and my car. It had become home for so long now, I don’t feel comfortable with so much space. One thing I didn’t miss was not having a toilet within a few steps or hot water. I definitely wouldn’t miss freezing my ass off in the underground carpark shower or having to run through the dark underground carpark just to pee.

　　Theo started opening boxes and pulling stuff out. He had unpacked the kitchen by the time I had unpacked one box, too busy looking over old photos of me and my mum. God, I missed her. Putting some of her personal belongings into my new room. I chucked on one of her jackets. It still had her perfume on it. Making me remember the last time I seen her wear it. Feeling myself start to get choked up, I took it off before sniffling and rubbing at my eyes, stopping any tears from falling that were starting to brim.

　　Walking back out, I heard a knock on the door before the handle twisted and in stepped Tobias. “I thought I would stop in and see how you’re going with unpacking.” I just walked over towards Theo who had just opened a box of books.

　　“Theo has mostly done it; I have been too busy looking through photos.” I admitted. Tobias nodded his head and walked over towards Theo and kissed his cheek. “I thought you said you weren’t gay.”

　　“We aren’t gay. We never said we didn’t like each other though,” he laughed. I smiled back. It was so different seeing them acting like normal people instead of just my bosses. “Why? does it bother you?” asked Tobias. Theo’s head perked up to look at me, he was holding some books in his hand but stopped to hear my answer.

　　“No, the opposite actually. Doesn’t bother me at all,” I stated. I wouldn’t admit seeing them together kind of turned me on in a weird way. Walking over, Theo was reading the back of one of the books he had in his hand. Tobias started pulling books out and stacking them on the bookshelf.

　　“You like fantasy novels?” Theo asked.