Drew Mcintyre House Mga Nobela at Kwento

Smoothing down the white cotton of the maxi dress I'd chosen for the interview, I took a final cleansing breath, pasted a smile on my face, and greeted Sims. The implacable house manager led me to yet another wing of the house; this one all rich dark wood and soft lighting. Oil paintings of haunting moors and dramatic storms lined the hunter green hallway. Interesting. The rumors were that McIntyre was probably from southern California, but his choice in art was strange for a Cali boy. My musings were interrupted when Sims stopped in front of a dark oak door. The latch clicked loudly as the man turned the large, old-fashioned brass doorknob and motioned me inside.

Montague Street was about a mile from where I lived, slap bang in the middle of town. Drew had purchased number twenty-two, a dilapidated and frankly rather ugly two storey building, on moving back to Stow Newton three years ago. He'd intended to do the place up in his spare time, convert it into two flats and flog them off at a profit as soon as possible.

He took my hand and gently kissed it. "I love you." He whispered despite kissing my hand. "I love you too." I replied and gave him my sweetest smile. Drew parked his car in front of a large house. After he parked, he opened the door for me and helped me get out of the car. "What are we doing here?" I asked him. Looks like no one lives in this village yet. Apart from the on-going construction of the houses here, the distance between each house will also be far apart. Only this big house with a mixture of black and white is the theme of the house. It looked so beautiful, I suddenly remembered my dream house when I was still in high school. I just wonder why we are here and to whom this house b

I ask him, changing the subject. "Follow me." He offers me his hand and I take it. He leads me down a pathway and I still when I look at the house. Wow. The house is something you would dream of , It is surrounded by large trees and I can smell the fresh scent of pine with a hint of oak. I am filled with amazement , something this beautiful sits so far in the woods. After admiring the house for several minutes, I walk up to the door and drew opens it for me. I walk inside and drew gives me a tour of the house. It has a kitchen, living room and a dining room. It has two bedrooms. Drew shows me the guest room first and it is a little plain and spacious than most guest rooms. He leads me to his

He looks so handsome in his jeans and blue button-up, and his sandalwood scent masks the faint smell of cigarettes. Crayvin's parent's home is gorgeous, to say the least. The outside is an urban-chic style. Drew opens the door without knocking and we let ourselves in. The interior of the house is stunning, not in contrast to the outside. Drew says everyone is out back so we make our way towards the sliding glass door, passing the kitchen. I can't help but admire the quartz and glass countertops, stainless steel appliances, and the beautiful hardwood and tile flooring.