His Dirty Little secret
I stand there, stunned and short of words at the discovery that my parents are traveling, hearing the news from someone who doesn't even live in the same house with us.
I slip out of the elevator before it closes, dragging my feet into the large sitting room. I take in the decorations, which scream wealth and perfection. I can practically see my reflection in them.
I'm not from a poor background, but Ace's house is another definition of clean, dark, and luxurious.
"Stop dawdling. Pick your bags and come with me to your room," his annoying voice orders.
I hiss loudly enough for him to hear. I glance around, and my eyes catch sight of the three lounges neatly tucked behind the staircase.