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Chapter 22- Sadie
Donnie: Hey beautiful
Donnie: I’m picking you up.
Me: I don’t get a say?
Donnie: Nope.
Donnie: I’ll be there in 30.
Twenty-nine minutes later, my doorbell rings. When I see him through the side glass panel, I hear my heart hammering against my chest. Donnie stands behind the door looking sexy as fuck.
He’s wearing his letterman jacket with dark jeans and dark gray and black boots tucked underneath the hem of his jeans. His hair looks freshly washed and is styled to perfection. His eyes are bluer than the deep ends of the ocean.
Come inside.” I walk back to my room to grab my phone, jacket, and purse. When I walk out, Donnie is still in the same spot with an agonized look on his face.
Following his gaze, I notice he’s staring at the kitchen floor where Abuela is wiping up spilled red sauce that is seeping through the tiles.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, struggling to put on my Jacket.
“Nothing. Sorry, just lost in thought.” He shakes his head. “Oh, here, let me help you.”
“Thank you.” He holds my jacket open, allowing me to slip my arms in. He places both hands on my shoulders and my body trembles. He rubs my arms up and down. “All good?” His warm breath feathers the back of my neck.
“Yes, thank you.”
I let Abuela know we’re leaving, and she kisses us both on the cheek.
After we settle in Donnie’s Porsche, we drive through the city and into the suburbs, driving by houses—no, let me rephrase—mansions!
The houses are enormous with cast iron entry gates, perfect landscaping even in the snow, and expensive cars lining the driveways. The neighborhoods gradually change to a more secluded area.
Donnie turns into a driveway blocked by a black entry gate. He enters a six-digit code and moves forward once the gates open.
The steep slope guides us to a multi-level contemporary glass home with lots of windows. This is still the most beautiful house I have ever seen.
Donnie parks his car outside the garage, gets out and runs around to my side, opening the door for me.
“No one’s home yet. I thought we could hang out here until Ash gets home. Come on. I’ll give you a tour.” He takes my hand in his.
We enter through the glass door and stand in the foyer underneath a sphere-shaped bronze chandelier—it almost looks like the planet Saturn. The light-filled main level features a luxurious open living space with floor to ceiling glass windows. Donnie walks me through the living room with its fireplace into a formal dining room and then a bright white chef’s kitchen with stainless steel appliances. The sliding doors in the kitchen give a perfect view of the pool, complete with a waterfall.
We walk up the U-shaped staircase to where I’m assuming all the bedrooms are.
He motions to different doors. “This is my parent’s room. That’s Ash’s room, and there two guest rooms, and this is my room.” He opens the door to his room wide enough for me to enter.
His room is exactly what I imagined it would look like a black and white mural of two baseball players pitching and throwing the ball covers one wall and the others are painted a light gray.
The light blue and gray comforter set covers the king size bed set in the middle of the room placed between two nightstands. The track lighting above his bed surrounds the silver ceiling fan. So far, this is the warmest and most comfortable room in the house.
The heat underneath my feet feels like the warmth of the sun radiating heat waves through my entire body. I look up to Donnie and as if he can read my mine, he answers the question in my head.
“The floors are heated.” He laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Nice.” I nod, impressed, as I check out the rest of his room. Trophies lined up on a built-in bookshelf sit beside a flat screen TV that is mounted on the wall across from his bed.
As I walk further into the room, I notice a large walk-in closet that connects to a private bathroom. Running my fingertips along the edge of his computer desk, a picture in a frame catches my eye. Picking it up, I notice two little kids sitting on a tree swing. The little boy wraps his arm across the girl’s waist while she lays her head on his shoulder.
