His Place Novels & Stories

“This is... this is insane.” He walks in behind me, tosses his keys on the counter. “Welcome.” “Wait. This is yours?” He nods. “Bought it a few months ago.” I turn slowly, trying to take it all in. “I didn’t even know spots like this existed around here. It’s so quiet... peaceful.” “That’s why I got it,” he says, walking over. “I needed space. Real space.” “You live here?” “Not yet. Still in transition.”

he shrugs, before grasping my hand forcefully. Standing up and stepping away from him, I cross my arms over my chest. "You do it all the time?" I raise an eyebrow. A sigh leaves his lips and he smirks slightly, "Sweetheart, this is Westwood." "That doesn't mean anything!" I yelp, "Just because you're Westwood and you kill everyone you can get you hands on does not mean you can't grant someone a proper burial." "We don't do that here." he shakes his head, his face stony.

This clearly spelt trouble in capital letters. "I was at work." I replied, my face not betraying any emotion. "What work?" I didn't answer; I couldn't. Last time I had answered him, he ended up going to my work place at the small cafe down the street, and harrassing the poor owner. The man had no other choice than to fire me. I couldn't have that happening. This pizzeria had a higher wage, which meant that I could finally afford my own place, far, far away from here in a few months.

He was saying, "you can stay at my house in the meantime we figure things out and after your first pay, if you wish you, you can go anywhere you want." "Why are you being so nice to me? I don't get it." I couldn't believe my ears. "You're welcome." He chuckled. "Thank you." I smiled. I hated to be a burden to him hut this was actually a decent job for me and I wouldn't have to share my body to the world. "This would be the best thing anyone has ever done." "It's okay, in fact, I'll call him right away when we get home." He assured me.

In his front breast pocket I found his cell phone. “Emergency help how can I assist you?” Said the person on the emergency response line. “We got hit and the other driver took off. There are two people unconscious, one of them is Mr.Kenway of Kenway industries.” I try to say as clearly as possible. “Ma’am, do you know where you are?” “Ummm, give me a second.” I say going around the vehicle and looking for a street sign. “We are past the intersection of James and Zico street.” I say going back to the vehicle.

"Welcome to home." I looked out at his house, a modern but cozy-looking place with a small porch and warm-toned lights glowing inside. I've been here several times but I still find this place amusing everytime I'm here. "Not bad," I admitted. He placed a hand on his chest in mock offense. "Not bad? Excuse me, this is prime real estate, Ava. Moreover, why are you talking as if this is your first time being here?" He said, raising his eyebrows.

Levi chips in for me. “Fine, it is on the first floor. By the way you shouldn't hide your pretty face”. Micah says smiling and that is when I look up to study his features. He is a pretty boy with a tanned skin and fading acne scars on his face. His black hair has red streaks, whoever his hairstylist is definitely knows how to do his job. “Take a picture, it lasts longer”. One of the boys snicker. Slightly irritated with that particular line I turn to him rolling my eyes.

In my favourite spot! How dare they steal my spot? Though, it's a public property. But still. I huff in anger and find the dick standing beside me and staring ahead. "Is that the sitting area?" He asks. "No. It is probably a fishing boat. " I cross my arms and look at the opposite side. I just can't handle looking at his devious face. "It is occupied." He says,as if I don't know. "Wow. I never guessed." I retort.

I don’t want him to do this but I don’t want to argue more. Damn, this is awkward! We finished our food, he looked relaxed now but I still feel nervous. My heart keeps on beating so fast! I’m not even running on a marathon but it seems like it because of the tense I feel inside. What the hell? He guided me on the side exit of the restaurant. He let me sit on a small wooden chair. The place is really fancy and it has a little garden that matches the elegant theme of the restaurant. I didn’t notice this earlier because I was preoccupied by Lucas.

"No, not that. I'll come in with you." His place was nice. Dark tones but he knew how to combine them. He has everything for a household and even plants. There was a large shelf containing several books in it and so many flower pots. I turned to him and smiled. "I love this place. So this is what you do when you're alone?"