As I enter the penthouse. I get greeted by soft music and dim lights.

"Richard?" I ask into the empty hallway.

"Stay there! Don't move." I hear voice from the living area.

"Or what?" I ask him back grinning, but yet I didn't move an inch.

"Or you'll get in serious trouble, Miss Mendoza." he says as he walks towards me.

I smile as I eyeball him. Gosh, he looks so hot!

He returns my smile and stops in front of me. "I hope you will like it."

"Like what?" I ask him confused.

"I've told that there were some people here while you were in the hospital didn't I?"

I nodd. " What exactly did they do?"

He grins at me before he places his hands on my eyes. "That's a surprise, Miss Mendoza." he whispers as he leads me through the hallway.

"I swear if you'll lead me against a wall, you will suffer from a very long sex dry spell." I say and he chuckles.

"I don't want to risk that....." he says and stops. "Are you ready?"

I nodd. "I just really hope you didn't turn your apartment into a crypt."

"Sure that won't happen. One..Two...Three!" he says before he takes his hand away from my eye.

My eyes flutter a little, to adjust to the lightning first.What I see makes my breath stuck. It's amazing what they did out of he former penthouse. They turned it into a cozy home, yet it hasn't lost any of it's style/ the white walls are now painted in a light beige tone, a champagne color really.

"WoW." I breath out, scanning the area in disbelief.

"Ready for a little tour?" he asks me before taking my hand and leading me to the right. He seems excited. Excited for someone who still have seven other girlfriends.

We stop in front of the open fireplace. above it hangs a painting. A beautiful landscape. But as soon as I look closer at the painting. I recognize that these are pictures. A thousand little painted pictures.

"Is that....?" I ask him shocked.

"It's from the same artist as the painting in my office. Clayton. I remember you liked it when you first visited me in my office. For the interview."

I can't help but smile, "Something so unimportant shouldn't be remembered."

"It's not unimportant when it's coming from you." he says and return my smile.

I turn around and get greeted by a new- dark red- couch. "A new couch."

"Where's the piano?" I ask him confused. Did he throw it away? A piano?!

"You'll see. Just wait and see." he says before he leads me into a brand new kitchen.

The modern chrome kitchen has been replaced by white cupboards. While it still looks modern, the white cupboards give it something homely. On the island stand several bottles, wine bottles to be exact. Empty wine bottles without their bottle neck.

"Why are there wine bottles on the island?" I ask him confused. It look weird.

"These are the wines we've already drunk." he says picking up a bottle, "The Pouilly Fume, was the wine we drank when I cooked for the first time for you. I made lasagna. The evening you chose me."

"It was good lasagna." I say smiling as he picks up another bottle.

"That was the wine we drunk when I got back from Moscow. We sat in front of the open fireplace and just talked. It was the night I opened  up to you - something I don't usually do. the night you earned my trust."

"And this," he says holding up the last bottle without neck. "The white wine we drank on the night of the Gala. The night I choose to go public with you. With only you. The night which changed my life forever. The night you left me. The night I realized you mean a lot to me."

"But why are their bottle necks missing?"

He rolls his eyes, "Vases, Maine. They're vases."

"You should have to put flowers in! I might have recognized the vases then...."I say to defend myself. "So, where's the piano?"

"Follow me." he says taking my hand again, leading me out of the living area.

"Where are we going?" I ask him as we walk down the hallway.

"You nearly as noes y as Samuel is." he says and stop in front of the white swing doors. The white swing doors to my bedroom. Why are we in front of my bedroom? The room, I realize, in which I've slept in. Not a single night.

"You should get used to it." I say and show him my tongue before he open the doors.

The room got transformed into something new, something better. The former bedroom is no longer a bedroom. The cozy king sized bed is gone, just like the nightstand. Instead there's a piano in the center, with a music stool in front of it. Then there's a desk with a stool. To my left is a violin. a violin?! how crazy is that? Those violins cost a fortune! But then, when you're Richard Christian Grey Faulkerson you can buy anything, so I shouldn't be surprised. Although I'm pretty shocked.

"I knew you would like it."

I raise an eyebrow at him, "Like it? This is something I love! But it's not a violin you play. It's something you just stare at, because you don't want to break it."

He nodds "I know that. That's why you have that one." he says pointing to another violin. A Stradivari. Wow. A violin worth a fortune. A violin I should play?!

He shruggs, "That should be a good violin."

I smile like a five year old, "Yeah...."

"You can compose songs here. Without any distractions. The walls are soundproof, so-"

"I won't distract you." I ask him.

"No...I was going to say, I won't distract you."

"Mhm, right." I say and roll my eyes, "But seriously, this is amazing. You changed a lot for me. You changed your whole penthouse for me, Richard. Something I would have never asked for."

He nodds as he places his hands on my hips, "I know. That's why I did it. I want you to feel comfortable here. I want you to feel homely here." he says into my eyes before he kisses me softly.

I have no idea what that means. Would he do that for all his girlfriends? Does each girlfriend, each in a different city, have an individualistic apartment, just created for her? Or is it just me who.....Who gets treated differently?

I don't know. Do I want to know?

Another kiss. I should. But I can't. Why can't I stop questioning his behavior? Why can't I just accept it and live on? Because I wanted to be treated specially? Because I want to know I am more to him than just out of eight? Gosh, this is so frustrating!

"But you have to inaugurate the music room. Play something on the piano for me." I say grinning after I took a deep breath to clear my head.

"But only for you." he says and kisses my knuckles before he get seated on the music stool.

I smile as he starts to play Adagio from Concerto No. 3 in D minor. I recognize the song right away.

I sit down on the floor, my back against the music stool and i close my eyes as I listen to him playing. the soft piano music calms me down. My heartbeat is regular just like my pulse. The millions of questions in my head have disappeared. I feel calm. I feel like I've arrived at my destination. This is exactly where I should be. where I could be forever.

For the first time my heart and mind are on the same page. I am Home. Home with him.

with him. And only Him.

Sorry for the delays of my Updates. A lot of things happen

last year. Hope you like this one

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