32.[Bonus Chapter] Lengthy and large

"This is huge, this is too huge... Just your living room is about the size of my entire apartment, this is enormous." She praised, as he took her round the house per her request.

Lords help him, he's never had a reason to give a tour of his house to anyone before. This girl was just making him do things at her will.

As he took her around the whole place, a thought struck her head... "Bathroom!" She suddenly says.

"What?" he paused and asks.

"Show me your bathroom, is it like the ones in those rich Mafia movies that are huge and has a separate shower spot, and at another part, a big round bathtub in the middle, that has hot and cold water and bubbles??"

"hahaha hah aha-ha," Gosh, at this rate, he was going to lose his lungs and stomach. He's been laughing like a maniac for hours now. She was a clown this girlfriend of his.

"Erina, I have no idea what you're talking about, but if you're curious about my bathroom, I could show it to you and you decide if it's like the ones in Mafia movies as you say," He chortles, and she nods ever so enthusiastic, as he laughs at her and gently pulls her arm, and walks forward.

All the while shaking his head and wondering where in the world he found such a specimen.

Reaching in front of a door, he suddenly pauses as he reaches for the handle as if he remembered something. "Wrong room," he says and instantly turns from the door, gently dragging her behind him.

"The whole doors look alike, I sometimes forget my own room." He jests, and she laughs thinking, there was no way she would mistake her room for Roxy's, it was a small apartment, so even if she was drunk, she still wouldn't make such a mistake.

Climbing up the stairs, some things flash through his head. Like why he did that just now? And why he was taking her upstairs right now?

The room he walked away from was the room he shared with all his previous women. Erina was his woman, so why was he taking her upstairs to his real bedroom? A place he's never taken any other woman before.

Why did he feel like he didn't want her in that other room? It's not like he hid anything there, but something inside him just didn't want to take her to the room he's shared with various women. Something inside him wanted to treat her differently from the others.

"Here we are," he let go of her hand as it was a two-handle kind of door. He places both his hands on the handles and turns them open...

*EEH!* Erina drew in a long breath as the doors flew wide open, and the first thing she noticed was the king-sized... No, to say it was king-sized was an understatement. The god-sized bed that was about fifteen feet away from her.

"Why is everything about you so lengthy and large??" She innocently asks as she steps inside.

But only Reuel knew the kind of thoughts that ran through his head at those innocent words. And a smirk rose on his lips as he looked down at something, and shakes his head lightly. ``You have no idea.``

Even his bedroom had see-through wall-like windows, and it made her wonder if his bathroom was the same.

The room was almost empty and yet filled.

Almost empty because she could picture her room right now, stuffed with things, clothes, the kinds she no longer wore, but just couldn't throw out because nothing was wrong with them.

Books, lots and lots of school books, stuffed teddies, shoes, both the ones that were worn-out and the ones she could still call shoes. Bags, and just some other kinds of stuff that made her room filled up.

But here, she couldn't find a single cloth, he probably keeps them behind that door that looks like a wardrobe. She couldn't see any shoes or bags either, he probably keeps them in that wardrobe too. And yet the room was appropriately filled.

With a shelf on one side that didn't hold books like hers and Roxy's, but instead had things that seemed like antiques or little sculptures of some kind. Some of which she could make out, and some she just couldn't see or understand the beauty of.

On another side were a set of sofas, clothed with brown velveteen.

A little round table in front of the sofa, some huge vases that didn't seem to be for flowers, and the enormous bed close to the glass wall-window. That was it. It was neatly filled and yet empty because she could still think of things to put in various places.

Looking at the bed, in all honesty, she wanted to sit on it and feel it. She wanted to know if it was bouncy or hard. And if it was bouncy, she wanted to jump and bounce on it with her legs.

But that would be too much... Wouldn't it?

He could swear he knew what she was thinking, the look on her face says it all. But he decides to ignore it with a smile.

"And for the bathroom," He moved past her, toward a door, and he turns the handle, signaling her to come over before he pushes the door open. She runs over to him and he could see the expectation on her face.

And he smiles... Pushes the door open, and... "hsss" She hissed as the sparkling sharpness of light touching every shiny edge blinded her for a second, but soon her eyes adjusted, and there it was, that never-ending shock on her face. The look never failed to amaze him.

Looking inside the bathroom that was almost the same size as his room, and was exactly how she had imagined it and more, she had nothing more to say but... "You really are rich,"

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