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want to do
homework,” Greg whined, “I want to do something fun.”
    “How about you do your
homework and then we do something fun?” Bradley asked.
    Greg eyed him, “Like
what?”
    “Well, I have some
video games…”
    Greg demanded to know
what video games and when Bradley named the latest title in Greg’s favorite
series, I knew that was enough to have Greg focus on his homework so he could
play. Greg seemed to warm up to Bradley after that, deciding that being rich
was cool but having the latest video games was even cooler.
     

Chapter 4
     
    We walked into his
living room. My jaw dropped at the view. He had floor to ceiling windows that
overlooked the city, like his office but all along the wall. The couch was
massive and looked as plush as could be with a state of the art entertainment
center in the middle of the room. There was a step up which led to the dining
room, more of the same rustic feel with a solid oak dining room table. I
couldn’t see the kitchen yet but Bradley nodded to the dining room table.
    “You can work there if
you want, Greg.” Bradley said.
    Greg walked over to the
table, putting his backpack up on it and settling down to work.
    “Do you want anything
to drink?” Bradley asked him.
    Greg asked for orange
juice which is when I knew he was on his best behavior. Usually he wanted a
soda that was bad for him and we’d start bickering about it. I followed Bradley
to the kitchen. The counters opened out to the dining room but I couldn’t get
over the size of the kitchen.
    “Do you actually cook
in here?” I asked, eying the state of the art cookware and appliances.
    “Not really.” He said
with a shrug.
    As he went to go get
Greg his orange juice, I whispered a thank you to him. Bradley just smiled and,
with the fridge door opened and blocking us from Greg’s site, he trailed his
thumb down my cheek.
    “Absolutely, Serena.”
He whispered, looking in my eyes, which made my heart pound.
    He went back to the
dining room to give Greg his orange juice.
    It was a little past
ten before I could get Greg to settle down in one of the extra guest rooms to
sleep. He had been playing that video game and was excited, yammering about how
he didn’t think he felt well enough for school and would have to stay here
tomorrow to get better. Soon, he was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling
slowly with each breath.
    I wandered back out
into the hallway. Bradley was waiting.
    “He settle in okay?” He
asked me.
    I wrapped my arms
around myself, “Yeah, it was a long night. Sensory overload for him, I think.”
    “I knew they’d find
your place eventually. I hope you’re okay with staying here.”
    I smiled wanly at him,
“I’m okay,” I admitted, “I feel kind of sick actually but I think it’s just
stress.”
    Bradley started leading
me down the hallway, pausing in front of another oak door, “This is the other
guest room.”
    I tried not to let the
fact I was surprised show on my face. I didn’t want to stay in a guest room. I
wanted to stay with Bradley. 
    “Okay.” Was all I said
in reply and he eyed me closely.
    “Serena, I didn’t want
to assume you’d stay with me,” How had he guessed so easily? “But you’re more
than welcome to share my bed. I’d love it, in fact.”
    Bradley took my hand
and we slowly walked down the hall. The hall ended with another oak door and he
turned the handle and I stepped into his room.
     

Chapter 5
     
    It had the same rustic
feel as the rest of the house with a giant California king sized bed in the
middle. There was another sleek flat screen TV on the other side with an
aquarium near the bathroom door — I could see the marble flooring from here.
The carpet was plush and my feet sunk into it. The windows opened up into a
patio, I noticed, that overlooked the city. There was a hot tub out there too.
    “Wow,” I breathed,
“This is gorgeous.”
    “It’s nice knowing its
here when I’m halfway across the world in some business