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“…For this is the true nature of the Son of Greed.”
26
A GOLDEN MOMENT
As soon as those doors opened, the very last place I expected to find myself twenty minutes later, was in a fantasy bathroom staring at myself in a floor-length mirror wearing a dress. But it soon became clear that Ryker had plans for me, and showing off his treasure horde had not been one of them…
Of course, the moment I saw the endless cavern of treasure, with more gold and jewels than I even thought existed, I found myself stunned to silence. Meanwhile, Ryker simply walked past me, taking hold of my hand as he strode into what I soon discovered was a hollowed-out mountain.
The main part of it was a vast and seemingly endless open space where I could not even see the ceiling, it was so tall. Inside, different levels had been carved out of the rock, and each seemed to hold a different cave room or collection of treasure. As for the main part, the walls were lined with piles of gold in the form of anything from coins to jugs, jars, pots, necklaces, plates, caskets… you name it, if it could be covered in gold or forged into it, it was there.
I half expected a mighty dragon to uncurl its body and reveal itself from within the sea of gold. Down the center was a clear path, where the floor beneath the treasure gleamed like it had been made from black glass. This to the point that it almost looked like liquid and I was nearly afraid to step on it.
But then the gigantic doors behind me closed and the sound echoed through the space with a loud, deafening boom, making my echoed scream the next to follow it. Ryker laughed at me, looking more devilish than I had ever seen him, now he was surrounded by his greedy horde of treasure.
“Come, let me help you relax,” he told me, holding out a hand for me to take because he wanted to lead me into a cave of sorts. One that was framed by an arch of… yep, you guessed it, gold.
Because I was curious to see where it led to, and too in shock to do anything but do as he asked, I put my hand in his and gave myself over to his will. Which ended up with me gasping once more in shock because it now looked like a golden living space. Everything looked old and something I would expect to find in a pharaoh’s tomb. Priceless pieces of furniture were set out just like a living room, and period dramas of kings and queens filled my mind.
Elaborate gold framed sofas with deep-red velvet buttoned upholstery were positioned in front of a fireplace carved right out of the rock. One big enough to stand in, with large roman style pillars at the sides. With merely a flick of Ryker’s hand, a fire erupted inside it, soon filling the large space with a crackling sound.
But as my eyes continued to scan the treasure-filled space, I found there was too much to even take in. People-sized vases, with painted gold garden scenes, small round tables that were topped with gold, and its design made it look like a giant-sized gold coin was fixed there. These held gold fringed lamps with black lacquer bases, encrusted with mother of pearl. There was a tall grandfather clock, intricately carved with gold accents. Even the rugs looked as if they had once graced the floors of some Persian King.
“I think I have just guessed your favorite color,” I teased, needing something to say. But then he pulled me closer and told me,
“Your eyes.”
“Sorry?”
“That’s my new favorite color...” Then he growled low before telling me directly over my lips,
“…Fuck the gold.” My mouth opened in surprise, which ended up being something he took as an open invitation to deepen the kiss and taste my shock for himself. Which meant that there we stood, in the middle of his golden room, kissing like I wasn’t just standing in Aladdin’s cave, internally freaking out about everything he was sharing with me. I wondered if that was why I clung onto him so hard, curling my fist in his jacket like it had the power to save me from a tornado.
“Mmm, fuck me, but how I do love this mouth,” he hummed down at me after pulling back enough to do so and, admittedly, making me feel like swooning again. Speaking of swooning, suddenly he bent down and swept my legs out from under me, making me squeal in shock at the quick and jarring action. But he ignored this and walked past his extended horde of treasure into another cave that was connected to the living space.
It made me wonder how big this place really was and if it was a honeycomb of treasure rooms just like this one. However, what did shock me was finding a bathroom, only unlike one I had ever seen before. Because unlike the room before it, where the walls had been made to be smoother and more square, this was all left natural. Not a single even space, it looked more like the practical elements of a bathroom had been molded to fit the walls and not the other way around.
The bath for example, had been carved out of smaller mound of rock, with the outside left raw and jagged. Whereas inside it had been carved smooth before being painted gold. I had to wonder just where did the water come from, which lead onto other questions, like why it wasn’t freezing cold in this cave or how did it have electric and obviously, plumping?
There was what I assumed to be a toilet off to one side behind another large rock sticking out, with some sinks sitting on a rock shelf that were large golden bowls. I didn’t see a shower but seeing as there were lots of other rocks I could have looked behind, it wouldn’t have surprised me to find one there. But that wasn’t all the bathroom was, as there was even comfortable seating in here, in case you wanted to have a conversation with someone while in the bath. I can’t even lie and say I didn’t know where that thought came from because it made me wonder if the night would end there.
Hell, forget the night, I could have moved in here and lived quite happily. Well, that was until the sight of so much gold started to hurt your eyes.
Ryker put me down and watched me as I continued to study the room. As if he was silently happy to do this, as I felt his eyes following me as I walked around the space. But then I soon stopped dead, because there in the very corner of the room, was a mannequin and on it was… the dress.
My dress.
The golden dress I had been wearing that night, now gracing the curved lines of a white marble body. One that I swear could have been the mirror image of me, if I had ever been frozen in time. To the point that I found my hand reaching out toward it but pulling back at the same time, as if too afraid of what would happen if I did.
“Is that…? No, surely not.” I was about to ask, then stopped myself, feeling foolish to presume. But then I felt him walk up behind me.
“I admit the resemblance is remarkable but not nearly as perfect as the real thing,” he told me, running his hands up and down my arms, taking with it the open zip-up sweater I wore and slipping it from my shoulders. At this I could barely speak, but when my confusion continued to rise, I forced myself to ask,
“It’s… it’s me?”
“It is.” My heart started hammering in my chest at this before I turned around and looked at him.
“But… but… how?” I stammered out, making him grin.
