Chapter 48 Forty-seven

• Our tour starts in the kitchen, I let out a low laugh as Brandon points out the utensils to me, going on about their functions like I have no idea what they are. We spend little time in some of the rooms downstairs with me being carried around like a princess. Well, I am his princess or baby or whatever pet name he refuses to call me and I deserve to be treated like one.
• None of the rooms holds my interest for long, except for the huge library which I promise to come explore later on my own. If his arms are numb from carrying me, he doesn’t say or act like it. I stifle a yawn, he chuckles and I direct him to the door of the ballroom I came upon the last time Sophia was here. I need answers to the questions bugging my mind and he’s the only one who can offer me that.
• Embarrassment crawls up my spine when I recall my reaction at seeing both of them in that position. The accusations I shamelessly levelled against him, the anger with which I threw my shoe and my horny self on Sophia. What if it had hit him? Those heels were pointy. I chuckle, they can serve as a weapon in a different scenario.