Page 228 of Dream On, Liar

He kept walking, guiding me further into the house.

I could hear the soft scrape of my shoes against the floor, the quiet echo of our footsteps, and somewhere in the distance the muted hum of traffic outside.

“Are we there yet?”

“No.”

“How much longer?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“I’m blindfolded. I feel like that gives me some rights.”

He laughed again.

Then his hand moved from mine to my waist, guiding me more carefully as we turned.

“Okay. Stop.”

I did.

I heard the soft ping of a noise as we waited. His hands wrapped around my waist, as he settled his chin on my shoulder.

My heart began beating faster.

Not because I knew what was coming.

Because I didn’t.

“Ready?”

I swallowed. “I think so.”

“Okay, step in.”

“You’re coming too, right?” I asked, my one hand finding his on my waist.

“Right behind you, baby.”

I relaxed. “Are we in a lift?”

“Mhm.” He replied curtly.

“Rihaan. Did you really buy a house with a lift?”

“Nope,” He replied, and I could feel the grin that was plastered across his face. “I got them to add one in for me.”

“Question, if I had bought a private jet that day with your card—would that payment have gone through?”

“It would’ve depended on the size, but most likely, yeah.”

The sound of the lift opening again reached me as he tightened his grip on me again. “No wonder you’re happy to quit Cricket. I didn’t know they payed you that well.”

“Well, it’s not just the pay. I’ve got sponsors, brand ambassador roles etc. Plus, my granddad left me a part of the company too.”

“Really? What—”

“I promise to answer all your questions, Chaos. Let me do this first.”