Absolutely Unforgivable(10)
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Billy had met us at the airport. He was even better-looking in person than he was in the pictures on his website and on Facebook. Seeing him in person made my stomach twist in knots and I wasn’t sure why. He had an easy smile, bright eyes and a chiseled jawline. His clothing was spotless and had the crisp-new appearance of garments straight off the store shelf, yet he wore them comfortably like they were made just for him.
The drive to his house from the airport was rather long and filled with lots of traffic congestion. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many cars in my life. It was nerve-wracking and made me nauseated. Jeromy and Billy fell into an easy conversation about what they had been up to lately in each of their lives while I quietly watched car after car rush by. Houston had so much traffic, I don’t know how I was ever going to get used to that.
When we arrived at his home -- what would be my home now too -- I was surprised at how big it was. Jeromy had said it was nice, but he had far understated how wonderful it really was. This house was amazing. It looked like a life-sized doll house. It was a beautiful two story Mediterranean style home that had four bedrooms and six bathrooms. Outside was a covered terrace and a sun deck that overlooked the gorgeous swimming pool.
My mind flashed to the thought of how many different swimsuits I could wear while laying out by the pool and getting a tan. I had a mild obsession with swimsuits, sort of like how some girls collected shoes. The swimming pool and the whole outside area had me distracted. The backyard was like a stand-alone house with a bar and its own kitchen. Billy said that he loves to cook out here and Jeromy and he made plans to grill steaks for dinner tonight and then we made our way back inside the house. I shrugged off my disappointment at having to leave what would no doubt be the favorite area of my new home to continue the tour.
Off to the side of the house on the first floor was what was at one time the media room, but Billy had converted it into a private studio where he and his band often rehearsed. I wondered how he got away with that, in such a fancy neighborhood, but it turns out with the doors shut, the room was completely sound proof. It was a large room, easily bigger than two normal sized bedrooms put together.
“This is where I spend most of my time,” Billy said as he showed us around his studio.
Next we went into the living room. We had glossed past it when we first came into the house. But now, giving it more than just the once over I realized how beautiful the room really was. It was very open and spacious and all of the furniture was turned to focus on the huge marble fireplace in the center of the room, flanked by oversized, built-in bookcases.
The house was immaculate. Everything was perfectly in its place. In some way it made me feel like we were visiting a museum, so much so that I was actually afraid to touch anything.
As we worked our way up the stairs we came to our bedroom. “It will be private here. Nobody ever comes up stairs except the maid,” Billy said while giving Jeromy a sort of nudge, nudge, wink, wink grin.
The bedroom was magnificent. It was really less of a bedroom and more of a suite, with a private sitting area and our own fireplace and a bathroom that looked more like a fancy showroom. It quite honestly looked like it had been done up by one of those design shows on HGTV. This bathroom was spectacular and no detail was left untouched from the seamless shower with dual shower heads that hung from above to the double granite counter tops. It was a beautiful room which I could have lived in and been perfectly happy.
The bathroom had an extra door and I was left utterly speechless as I went to open it. The door opened up into another room altogether. It was the size of a normal bedroom but it was a closet. It was the biggest closet I had ever seen in my entire life and it was all mine. I felt like I was living in a dream.
Billy picked up a remote that had been sitting on one of the custom designed tables, pushed a button and something started moving. “That’s for your shoes Stacy,” he said with a grin on his face. Wow, I had my very own rotating shoe rack. I truly did not know what to say. I was beaming.
“Okay, you boys can go play now, I’ll be fine in here,” I teased as I pushed them out the door of my new closet.
While Jeromy and Billy went off to get caught up on old times, I spent some time unpacking our clothes and putting them away in our enormous closet. I wasn’t a big fan of unpacking, but then again who was? However it almost seemed worth it, to have an excuse to get to spend time in my fabulous new closet.
Exhausted from the excitement of the move, I soon found myself unable to resist taking a nap. So after a quick shower I plopped down on our new bed. It was so comfortable. My body luxuriated in the soft Egyptian cotton sheets and I fell asleep the second my head hit the oversized, overstuffed pillows.