Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Taylor's POV

"I loved him." I answer in my defence and I see him give me the most ridiculous look. "and I believed there was still a good part in him. That's what love does"

"No." He shakes his head, his sudden anger seems to stir panic around me. "That wasn't love, that was stupidity."

I get up fiercely glaring at him. "Yes maybe you're right, maybe it was stupidity. You shouldn't have asked for my memory if all you were going to do was judge and criticize." I spit out and begin to walk away.

I enter my room and lock the door and fall onto the bed. Who the hell does he think he is?! I am angry all thanks to him. I should never have believed he wanted to hear my past story with the whole of his heart, he certainly just want something to use against me someday.

I lay in bed for a while, doing nothing, but feeling my anger subside, I pull myself up to look around the room. It's massive and there's a rich smell all over the room everything is well placed and arranged. There's a bookshelf in the left corner of the room and a desk and chair on the right hand corner of the room, and the wardrobe on the other corner of the room close to the bathroom door. There is an opening on the top of the roof which explains why the ray of the sun woke me up considering the house is "underground." Nothing in this room looks cheap, nothing and I begin to wonder the reason Rory built this house in this location.

In the next hours that passes I take the chance to quickly take a bath, change into another of his clothes, and then read a novel I found on the desk called the Call It Destiny. I keep myself busy as well as entertained on the bed with the novel which is a romance book and I stay busy till a knock comes on my door.

"What do you want?" I demand rather crudely.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier, it was not my place to judge you for anything."

I drop the book and glared at the door like it's him standing there. "Just get lost, Mr-" I grit my teeth as I take a quick breath, "Rory."

"Come open up."

"I'm busy, come back later," I reply and take up my book to continue reading when he speaks.

"I have a spare key, but I don't want to use it, I want you to open up willingly."

I grunt lowly, getting up from the bed to open the door which makes him almost fall off because he's leaning on it.

"Well so you know I didn't open the door willingly," I say crossing my hand and leaning against the wall so he won't try to enter.

"I know you didn't, but thanks anyway." He says, smiling slowly.

I just roll my eyes and begin to tap my feet on the ground. He looks down at my feet then slowly, noting every inch of my frame with his eyes back up to meet my face. My eyes do likewise.

"You change."

My cheek begins to heat up and I bite the inside of my lips. "Same as you besides there aren't any feminine stuff in your wardrobe, I've checked, hell this is the best in there." I point to the shirt and trousers I'm wearing.

He ruffles his hair, in a little awkward manner. "I never thought I'll ever need them you know, get feminine clothes and things."

"Why not?!" I demand, throwing my hand up then dramatically placing them on my waist. "These." I point to the clothes I'm wearing again, "are disasters."

Rory's chuckles, makes me raise a brow at him. He sees and shakes his head. "Never had a Lady here before." He answers tilting his head from side to side.

My mouth forms an OK. "I'm not complaining." I shrug casually.

"You are." He says plainly, his green eyes still haven't recovered from the smiling they just had, are sparkling beautifully, when he closed his mouth and twitches his mouth, his dimples appear.

Seriously?! How the hell do I cope with that? Green eyes, dimple? What else you've got? Ah! I forgot the giant sword.

Rory's eyes narrow as he gives me a questioning look. "What's the giant sword?"

What?! How did he hear that?!

I bite my bottom lip and flash him a fake smile. "Er... Nothing." I blurt out. "You should start going." I try closing the door, but he blocks it with his hand and enters the room before I can stop him.

Fine! You can come in if you want!!

"Why do you run every time you're questioned or challenged too hotly?" He asks with such casualness you'd think we are friends.

"I don't run." I defend myself with honour. "I just don't like wasting energy on unnecessary argument, I'm a grown-up."

Something flicker in his green eyes for a second before he just scowls at me.

"Running away is childish, not grown up."

Oh goodness, nothing good is going to come out of this.

"Why are we even having this discussion?" I ask, getting lost in our feud.

His eyes glitter in mischief. "What's the giant sword?"

Now I remember why.

"It's none of your business, Rory." I bark at him.

He walks around the room as if he owns it for a minute then goes to the bed and take up the novel which I was reading earlier.

"Call it destiny." I read out, "one of my favourite books." He sits down on the bed and flips open the part I was reading before he came. "Ah!" He exclaims dramatically, "This part is steamy you know."

"Give it back." I surge towards him, but he gets up and block me with his right hand and holds the book up so I can't reach it. I groan and jump trying to reach it, but fail terribly. I keep trying though.

"This is my book you know." He tells me in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, this is my room." I struggle with him trying to pull his hand down when he groans.

"Stop doing that, Taylor, honey, you're just rubbing against my giant sword."

He knows.

My eyes widen and my mouth drop open. I look up at him and I see him grinning from ear to ear and I withdraw from his side. His flirting is really getting on my nerves and driving me insane.

"Well, you've gotten what you wanted, now get out of my room." I point to the door.

He stops grinning and clears his throat lowering his hand. "I didn't come here for all this."

"What did you come for?"

"I was going to ask you on a date." He replies.

Well, that's rather blunt of you.

"Why would I want to go on anything with you?" I demand hotly.

His eyes drop and catch mine in a surprise, and there's nothing more charming or compelling than those green eyes of his. I don't want to go with him anywhere, but then underneath those eyes is something bigger, something I can trust, something I want to believe in.

"I don't know, I want you to." He replies handing me the book.

I hate feeling like the bad guy just because he stopped fighting. "Where will the date be?" I ask, collecting the book from his hand.

I see the slight smile that forms at the corner of his mouth before he speaks.

"I'll draw it for you." He says, bringing out a pen and getting a paper from the shelf.

"Draw what?"

"The house is really big, you don't know. You'll dress up and follow the direction I'm giving you at 7:00 p.m."

"It's three o'clock now you know."

Looking up from what he's doing to stare at me with such a level of admiration he says.

"Don't worry about the time love, worry about tonight." He seals his words with a wink, sending excitement to the unknown. He finishes and hands me the paper and I stare at it confusedly, surely the house isn't this big is it? "And there's an outfit in the box, I want you to wear it."

I narrow my eyes, before chuckling, "There's no such box in the wardrobe and I know this because I was in there earlier to pick these." To further prove my point, I walk to the wardrobe and open it up, but to my surprise, I see a blue box in the wardrobe.

"Wear it." He says, and the door shuts behind him.

I bring the box out and set it on the bed and pulling it out I look at the clothes, it's a black sleeveless blouse with glitters that I can tell wouldn't cover much on my skin and the other pair is a red mini skirt that would hardly reach my thigh and there red stilettoes about four inches high with diamonds designs on them.

I hold them up in my hands. "Who the hell wears this on a date?" I ask in annoyance.

Whore does.

I seethe my teeth together, I have always hated skirts, I've always hated them since Toby always asked me to wear them because they made him have easy access to doing what he wanted with me, he would make me wear them so his eyes could feed on my legs followed by his hands. Rory isn't going the right way in making me like them either, just who does he think he is?

I'm not wearing this.

I toss them back into the box and closed it. I sit down and cover my face with my hands.