“And I told you I’d bring you back,” he grins.
“Fine,” I relent.
“I don’t mind bringing you back,” he says as he opens the door to his car for me, the door to a really expensive sports car, I might add. Maybe not in the sense that it’s Hollywood expensive but an Escalade is pretty expensive in my book.
“Okay,” I can only say.
I’m quiet on the drive, listening to Thorn and Kingston discuss other fighters and matchups or whatever. I know nothing about the people they’re talking about but I’m happy to see Thorn so happy. It’s been a long time. Maybe my luck will change.
After a half hour, we arrive at Kingston’s home… not a home, a mansion…actually, a mini-mansion.
Three stories, stone and wood on the outside.
It’s gorgeous.
“This is where you live?” I ask.
I’m really in awe.
“Yes, you don’t like it?” He frowns like he thinks I’m disappointed.
“Oh no, it’s beautiful.”
“Not what you were expecting?”
“Well you’re a guy so no, I didn’t expect this. Not sure what I was expecting. If Thorn had his own house, it would be laundry everywhere and pizza boxes on the lawn,” I snicker.
“Hey,” Thorn bellows from the front seat.
“I hope you like the inside,” he says, taking my hand and leading me through the front door, Thorn close behind.
It’s spacious, open living room, gray and white walls, and hardwood floors.
There’s a spiral staircase in the center of the room that leads up to the other floors.
Black suede couches compliment the white plush carpet in the living room. The back wall holds a huge fireplace, bookshelves flank it. The other walls have bookshelves with pictures and books- so many books.
The living room is so big you could play football, NFL regulation in it.
There’s an open door to the left of the living room that holds what looks to be an office.
“You read?” I ask skeptically.
“In my spare time,” he shrugs. Have I mentioned he’s sexy?
He shows us how the staircase connects the whole house. There are three rooms on the second floor, all with their own bathrooms with large garden tubs.
The third floor is all the master bedroom.
Holy mother, this house is what dreams are made of.
I could live in that room and never leave, just deliver my food or give me a hot plate.
Jacuzzi on the balcony, a bed the size of an RV, projector TV, huge tub in the bathroom that I could swim in. Waterfall shower that makes you feel like you’re in the tropics, and I could see myself here.
I could see myself with him. Wait, this is Thorn’s coach. What am I thinking. Plus, why would he want someone like me? I’m nothing special.
Dreams, I tell you. Dreams.