seemed to only be two stories. It was big, not as big as the one he has in Cape Elizabeth but the one there almost seemed like an over kill especially since it is just him. This one was just big enough to where it made all the others look small and it was painted white with beautiful white columns on each side of the French doors. There was a subtle yet pretty fountain in the front of the house with a wraparound driveway. It took my breath away to look at it. It looked like a house you would see in a movie or a dream but never in real life.
We unload the car and John begins to show us around. The inside is just as beautiful as the outside. The living room was massive with huge windows and he had hard wood floors with a beautiful white rug in the middle of the room. The couch here was black with black chairs and there was a stone fireplace with a flat screen over it. The kitchen looked similar in size to the one in Cape Elizabeth except this was a Tuscan theme kitchen. It was of grapes, very pretty neutral colors and plenty of wine bottles. Some of the wine bottles were full and some were not. John gave everyone the tour and led them to the guest rooms. He told Michael to lay Jaci in the room that was two doors down from where we were going to be. I am sure he knew I would feel better with her near. John then proceeded to lead me to his bedroom.
I didn’t expect what I saw when I walked in. I was expecting black everywhere like a typical guy. To my surprise, it was white, totally and completely white. He had white sheets and comforter on the bed which had a white headboard and seemed to sit on a white platform. The curtains were white. Placed beautifully next to the window was a chaise lounge, in none other but white. The floors were a beautiful dark red color wood and there was a white rug in the middle of the floor. It was like walking into a cloud.
"John, are we in the right room?" He let out a small laugh and pushed me forward, urging me into the room.
"Yes my dear, we are in the right room. I just wanted a change here which is why most of the rooms are different than the rooms back home. You may see some similarities but I did not want to feel like I was home all the time. What would be the point in leaving?" He did had a point.
"But why would you ever leave there in the first place and come here? This is hardly a vacation spot."
"Well, I come here mostly on business. I am a stock holder in quite a few businesses here, as well as Alabama, New York, Chicago, the list goes on."
"Oh." That was all I could manage. I was trying to wrap my head around everything. He was very well off, much more so than Nicholas and that made me a little uncomfortable.
"Ava, sweetheart. This does not change who or what I am. I am still John." I loved hearing his name.
"My John." I managed to whisper before he wrapped his arms around me.
"Yes. I’m ‘your John’."
I sighed as his lips met mine. He might have been standing behind me that did not stop him from being able to reach me. It felt like forever since I felt his lips against mine but then again any time without it would seem like forever.
He began walking me over to the bed one step at a time not letting his lips leave my own for a second. Once we reached the bed he turned me so that I was facing him and then laid me gently on the bed with him. He was lying beside me with his arms still around me and his lips still caressing mine. I could no longer feel my body. It had become complete mush, totally melted with him. I could feel his kiss all the way down my body like every little nerve was connected to where ever his lips touched.
I knew we did not have time to be doing this. Not yet anyway. We had to get everyone settled, we needed to get settled in ourselves and since we missed lunch everyone will want dinner pretty early tonight and