CANDICE’s POV
‘‘Hey!’’ I yelled at him quite loudly. ‘‘Would you have the audacity to call him—’’ However, he had already exited the vehicle and closed the door behind him with a resounding smash.
‘‘Shit!’’ I followed him and went out of the car abruptly, but his face went sour when I saw him about to open my door.
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Did he have any intention of being a gentleman and holding the door open for me? I just shrugged my shoulders and led the way into the house.
My gaze wandered to every nook and cranny of the living room, which was tastefully furnished and adorned with dazzling patterns. To my exact specifications for what I wanted in a home.
‘‘This house is really beautiful...’’ I made an effort to break the silence that had fallen. I examined the paintings, the frames, and the various pieces of furniture in the room. ‘‘I love it...’’
‘‘Of course...’’ he said. ‘‘That is the reason why I purchased this house... for you.’’