Chapter 6 HELL YES!

His question had sparked a feeling in me as it had never happened before. Hell yes! I wanted to move in with him, but I had no freaking clue how it would turn out to be. I was sitting on the couch and looking at him in surprise, unable to believe that he actually invited me to live with him. I stood nowhere in comparison to him. Talking was one thing, but living together with him was a completely different thing.

Not wanting to mess it up from there, keeping quiet was a better option for me. Every time I opened my mouth impulsively, I spoiled things. So, that was a chance for me to think before I talked as an opportunity like this to live with a billionaire was inconceivable.

If I agreed and moved in with this very fine man, based on his status, would I be considered his friend? He didn’t need any kind of financial help to let out his house to me. Then why would he ask a stranger he met just a week ago to come and live with him?

Did he already trust me that much in just or had he also been feeling the same way for me as I was feeling for him? But at least I had a reason; he was settled, good-looking, rich, and everything that any girl would consider in a man. In fact, all my friends discussed such things with each other before they decided on accepting any man as their partner.

Whereas, I was moving from a shabby apartment to a shared one which wouldn’t even give me any sort of privacy because I didn’t have the money to afford better accommodation. Had I been pretty, I would have already been in a relationship or at least had guys dying to be with me. But none of it was true. I didn’t know what he had in his mind.

But it was worth the risk because something like that rarely comes to people even now, and I did not want to tangle things between Charles and I by showing too much interest and also too little of it as either of my reactions would harm my impression in his mind. It looked as if he really liked me as a person and was impressed enough to give me the offer to share his space with me.

He let me take my time to process his suggestion while he kept looking at me with his eyes hoping that I would agree. I vividly remember that expression of his when the matured man was resembling an immature teenager. Even though, for the thing which he recommended, he seemed to be well-sorted and the most matured.

And that was not because I was getting an easy way out of my issue or also because a billionaire had given me an option of staying with him but for the reason that I felt important. The aforementioned points were obviously there but not as important as the feeling I was getting about myself with this man. Self-esteem supersedes every other desire in one’s life.

I just couldn’t take forever to answer, and neither could I pause the time from running. For it not to be awkward, instead of answering his question directly, I thought it was suitable to begin by justifying why I took so much time. I decided to let him know my true feelings. So, I stated, “I cannot believe it that you want me to live with you.”

On hearing me finally start reacting to it, he smiled which highlighted his thick and sensual lips. And because he was not replying to me after listening to me say that, “I am sorry, but it is too good to be true,” I added and began to turn my head from side to side reflecting my disapprobation of saying okay to live with him.

In spite of the fact that I naturally wanted to accept that offer, something in me pulled me from agreeing to live with him as he was not even my boyfriend. We met only one week ago and stayed talking to each other throughout the week. We weren’t even friends or had known one another for long, so in no way could I have been open to such an idea.

“I have never given that option to anyone before either,” he said, and his eyes proved his honesty. He might have had uncountable girls spending their nights at his home, but I believed him when he said that he had never asked anyone else to live with him. And that out there had shown me a way to get out of that situation.

“Why are you asking me to share your space with you? I mean, we don’t even know each other very well, and what if you don’t like having me around, then what?” I probed.

“I wouldn’t be able to answer your question because I am also unsure about it, but let’s say I want more time with you to get to know you better. Will you come live with me?” He asked.

The sweetness in his voice and the sincerity on his face couldn’t help me not agree to live with him. A negative response would upset him, and I didn’t want to make him sad. It was definitely going to be a dream come true for me, but I will have to be extra cautious about the things I would do over there and the way I would live.

Despite all of it, I was living to give it a try as I had nothing to lose, and I could always move out if any sort of problem seemed to appear.

“Yes, Charles. I will live with you,” I replied and our faces brightened up with a smile.