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is taking me. Brady finally ends his call with a tap at his earpiece. I need to know where we're going because something seems a bit off."Where are we going?" I ask.
I'm a little concerned now that we are away from the heart of the city. We're far from any of the restaurants that he could have taken me to for dinner. Places I know that wouldn't cramp his style and image. Places where he would have undoubtedly flashed his big bucks while providing us with the most fabulous and expensive meal.
He ignores me and makes another call. He is such a pompous jerk. I check my phone to see if Luke has sent me a message, but he hasn't. I'm sure he's probably busy working on something in his pole barn. I imagine his dreamy smile and the way he looks at me with his ocean-colored eyes. I think about his touch and the way he makes me feel every time I am with him. I miss him.
Brady begins to slow down then turns on to a nicely tarred road with high stone walls. We travel down a bit before coming to a fancy black gate. Where are we? I've never seen this place before. Brady rolls his window down and presses a white button; then, the gate slides open. He continues with his conversation with God knows who. Large trees are lining what is now a brick driveway. The trees are evenly placed apart from each other and lean inward, giving a tunnel feel. A vast white colonial house comes into view.
Large pillars frame the outside lower level of what looks to be a three-story mansion—a few balconies cascade from the second floor. The brickwork is stunning, and the landscaping is phenomenal. Whose home is this? Brady swings his car up to the entrance of the mansion on the looped driveway. He ends his call and opens his door. I grab his arm; he stops and looks at me.
"What?" he says rudely.
"Where are we?" I demand.
"My parents," he replies and steps out of his vehicle.
His parents' house? Holy shit balls. Why would he take me to his parents' house for dinner? An older gentleman, wearing a butler type suit opens my door and extends his hand to me. I put my hand in his and step out of Brady's car. He has already gone inside. I say thank you to the man, and he nods politely. He escorts me to the door of Brady's parents' house and opens it for me. I step inside, my eyes go wide, and instantly my mouth drops open.
A house that is clearly straight out of an episode of Cribs. This place is drop-dead gorgeous. The shiny white marble floor foyer is divine, with two staircases leading to the second level on both sides of the room, and a glass chandelier perfectly accenting the large room. The decor alone is breathtaking. His parents must be filthy rich, which would explain why Brady is such an arrogant asshole.
I continue into the house and walk into a room with light gray walls and fancy white furniture. A white grand piano sits on one side of the room, and another chandelier hangs from the ceiling. Beautiful hardwood flooring lays across the room. It must be a living room or sitting area, I assume. I wonder where Brady is. I also wonder what the heck I am doing here.
The next room I walk into is not as large as the last; it is a gold color with a long rectangular glass table that seats eight people and set for five. I walk around the room, taking in the beautiful decor and fascinating architecture. The plates, glasses, and cutlery match the gold walls and chairs. I have no clue where Brady is, so I decide to continue to the next room in hopes I may find him there. Is he trying to brag about his riches? I am not amused by him needing to show off his home life, but this house is stunning.
I enter a room that resembles your standard living room, only way fancier. I thought the room before the dining room was one, but I guess not. This room is larger than the previous two. It has a few different sized couches and chairs throughout it, and a large flat-screen television placed on the wall above a beautiful fireplace.
I can hear a woman's voice coming from the next room, and I make my way toward it. A slender blonde-haired woman dressed in an off-white business suit with a long pencil skirt stands talking with what appears to be a maid or housekeeper. The room looks different to the last few. It is an octagonal shaped room with windows that reach from the floor to the ceiling. A single Toscano bench rests between the windows, and a small bistro style table sits in the middle of the room. A small chandelier hangs over the table, and a flat-screen television is placed on the wall above the fireplace. The view from the windows overlooks the pool and backyard. I knew Brady was a spoiled rich kid, but I didn't realize he was this rich. The maid leaves the room, and the woman turns to me.
"Hello, you must be Allison! I'm Claire," she says with a very inviting smile.
She cannot be Brady's mom as she seems way too nice, but I can see a lot of him in her. She's pretty and is more charming than her spoiled son.
"Yes! Nice to meet you," I smile.
She draws closer to me and reaches out her hand to shake mine. She drops her hand into mine, and I am not quite sure what to do with how she has presented it to me. It's an awkward "nice to meet you" handshake, that's for sure.
"You're as beautiful as Brady described. I believe he is out on the terrace talking with his father," she chirps.
Brady thinks I'm beautiful, and he told his mother I am.