Authors Message: The picture above is just a little visual of what Travis's penthouse looks like! 

Chapter 4

Lonely bench

Hayden's POV

I've been sleeping on the same bench for a week. Today I will be getting payed so I guess I could afford an hotel for a night, just to get of the bench for a few. I have been taking showers in the locker rooms at the beach. They actually have ok showers so I am not complaining one bit.

I shifted in the bench, looking up at the sky blue skies. They are honestly so much more beautiful here then back in New York. I don't know... I think it's because it's more tropical or I just never really payed attention to the skies back in New York. It could be both things.

This bench is in this park close to the beach and also close to the club. About a five minute walk to the club and a three minute walk to the beach. I love that I am almost in the middle of it all. Although, this park is a little scary when everyone is walking through watching you sleep. I am always so afraid to sleep here just in case someone tries to take my bag. That is why I lay on top of the bag. So no one will ever get to it.

"Hayden?" Heard the deep voice of my boss.

I shivered and leaned up and looking over at him.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked him.

"I could ask you the same thing." he responded, his eyes sparking in anticipation.

I need to lie to him. Lie, Hayden, Lie.

"I was walking around but then I got bored and laid down, looking up at the sky." I informed, trying my best to sound truly honest.

He stared a me for a few minutes and shook his head.

"You're lying." He said, sitting down beside me.

I just now notice what he was wearing. No shirt, shorts that clung to his ass and Nike shoes. I am guessing he was running by the looks of it.

"How do you know if I am lying or not?" I questioned him, giving a stern look.

"I can see right through you." He told me.

I shivered from that, and scratched the back of my head. How can he see right through me?

"You have ten seconds to tell me what you are doing here all alone." He demanded in a very dominant tone.

"Why should I tell you?" I asked looking right at him as I spoke.

He looked directly into my eyes, a since of anger written in them.

"Because I am giving you ten seconds....." He said in a low grumble.

This made me gulp and nodded.

"Um..." God, this is awkward. "Well I don't really have no where to stay so I am sleeping on this bench after work and taking a shower at the beach." I informed while looking down at my trembling hands.

I hope he wont fire me for not having a place to stay.

I heard him sigh and grip onto my hand as he stood up, pulling me with him.

"Where are we going?" I asked him, trying to let go of his hand but he has a firm hold onto it.

He looked down at me and said, "You are living with me."

What?

"Sir, I can't accept that offer. Thank you but that is an invasion of your privacy." I said firmly. He looked directly at me in the eyes, making me shake from the aggressive look he was giving me.

Why is my body reacting to him so much? It's like my body obeys him.

"My privacy would never be avoided when you are around." he told me as he turned and pulled me down the path.

God, what have I gotten myself into? I should have picked a more secluded park. Why did I have to do this?

I sighed and let him pull me down the path. Shortly enough we stood in front of a nice tower and he walked me inside, getting into the elevator.

The elevator walls are covered in white marble stone and the floors is covered in tile also. Also the elevator smells like rich and expensive perfume. I know, because I have lived with one.

He pushed the penthouse button, making my eyes widen. He has a penthouse? I didn't even have a penthouse back in New York. It was close to one, but not a penthouse. Penthouses are expensive!

As the elevator door opened, I gasped at what is right in front of my eyes. This place is astonishing. I could never live here! This place is too big.... Too big for me. Does he live here by his self or something?

"This is home." He told me.

I just nodded, still in shock. I never seen a place so beautiful. This place is also perfectly designed. The penthouse is like something you would see in a magazine. The views from the windows were breath taking. There is no walls surrounding the place, only glass. Which I thought was amazing.

Mr. Carlson guided me up the glass stair case leading up to the second level. How does that thing not break? And plus the fingerprints, wouldn't that show on the glass when you hold onto it?

Either way, I love how this place is so modern. I am the modern type. I don't really like those old and rustic homes in some magazines. I am the one who leans more into modern homes. I guess it's just the way they are laid out and the way they are designed is why I like modern so much.

Mr. Carlson opened the door, that I had no idea where it lead to and stepped aside so I could walk in.

I gasped and took in the view of the master. It's even more beautiful then the down stairs. Who is this guy?!

"This is where you'll be sleeping, you and I." He informed me. I turned and faced him, wondering why I would be sleeping with him. Before I could talk, it's like he was reading my mind because he answered my question.

"The other bedroom is occupied with my office. Plus the other is just a guest bedroom that is in a middle of remodel." He pointed out.

"Y-y-you want me to sleep with you?" I asked, looking back at the bed. I guess it is big enough. It's one of those circular beds that have a black frame around it. I never seen a circular bed in person before. But they look so, so comfy.

"Don't worry about it. There is plenty of room." He told me. I just nodded and walked over to the bed, placing my bag on top and turning to him.

He looked at me like he was trying to study my every move and thought that I did or had. It's like he is trying to see right through me. See right through my deep eyes. I do not like that one bit.

"Do you have any clothes besides the ones that are in that bag?" He asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts about him.

I looked down from his gaze and shook my head. "No." I heard him sigh and felt the bed dip down beside me. His hand grabbed onto mine, lacing our fingers together. Electricity shot through my body, having him this close to me is not ok. I can't let my guard down and he is doing a pretty good job at tearing it down himself.

"We are going to go shopping for some new things for you. Go take a shower and we will head out." He told me.

I looked up at him and shook my head. "You don't have to do that. It's really ok." I told him. But he just ignored my comment and got up, pointing over to the bathroom.

I let out a defeated sigh and walked over to the bathroom.

"I'll have a pair of clothes laid out for you when you get out." He shouted after me after I closed the door.

What have I gotten myself into?