♥ Chapter 4♥

Enzo D'Angelo.

''It's incredible. Thank you so much,'' Klaus says, genuinely impressed, as his eyes scan every detail of the room, clearly amazed at the care and elegance of the space prepared for them.

''You're welcome,'' Christopher replies, before turning to me. ''Well, for Enzo... we have a bit of a problem.

''Why?'' my father, Dante, asks, frowning.

''The other rooms are already occupied. I can put him to sleep in my children's room. There's a single bed that I had put there,'' Christopher explains, and I roll my eyes in shock.

''Absolutely not!'' I exclaim, shaking my head in denial.

''Darling,” my mother says, putting her hand on my shoulder. ''There are no more places available. Mr. Christopher is trying to help us.

''I don't want to share a room with his children, Mom!'' I protested, feeling my irritation grow.

''My children are well-behaved, I promise. It'll only be for a few days until I get a room for you'' Christopher tries to reassure me, but his tone irritates me.

''He'll take it. '' declares my father Elijah, giving me a firm look. Surprised, I face my father, but he just looks at me seriously. '' Aren't you going, Enzo?

I close my face and sigh, resigned.

''Yes. '' I reply grudgingly, and he smiles with satisfaction.

''Perfect. My children won't mind. Come this way, please.

I grudgingly follow Christopher, we turn left and soon stop in front of a door.

''Here you are. '' he says, opening the door.

I enter the room reluctantly, feeling a slight tension forming in my shoulders. The room in front of me is large, with walls painted in soft shades of blue and gray, creating a strangely welcoming atmosphere. There are two single beds, one on either side of the room, both with dark wooden headboards and spotless white sheets. Between the beds is a small bedside table with a modern lamp, whose soft light gently illuminates the space. At the back, there is a large window that lets in plenty of natural light, revealing a view of a well-kept garden. In the right-hand corner, there is a light wooden desk, organized with some books and study materials, probably from Christopher's children.

''Your bed is over there,'' he says, pointing to the single bed in the left-hand corner, next to the window. ''I'll try to get you a room as soon as possible.

I hope so, you old fool.

'' Right,'' I reply, without even looking at him, trying to ignore the feeling of discomfort.

''You can store your clothes in the closet,'' Christopher continues, pointing to a wooden door next to the desk. ''There's an empty space you can use.

'' Okay,'' I mutter, approaching the bed and placing the suitcases on it.

''I'll let you get settled in. '' says Christopher before leaving, closing the door behind him.

As soon as he leaves, my face contorts into an angry expression.

'' Fuck you, you old fool!

Now I'm stuck in this room with boys I've never seen before in my life. Do I really deserve this disgrace?

I let out a heavy sigh and started to explore the space that is now mine, even if only temporarily. I walk to the closet and open the door. Inside, I find empty shelves and a space for hanging clothes. Next to it, a few drawers are available, ready to be used. The light wood and the scent of lavender that fills the room suggest that everything has been recently cleaned and organized, but that doesn't improve my mood.

I return to bed and open my suitcases with an irritated gesture. The first suitcase is full of precisely folded clothes - shirts, pants, and jackets. I pick up a pile of T-shirts and walk to the closet, where I start organizing them on the shelves. Every movement is mechanical, as if I were on autopilot. The feeling that I'm invading someone else's space bothers me, but there's nothing I can do about it.

After putting the shirts away, I move on to the pants, hanging each one carefully on the hangers I've found there. I try to ignore the fact that I'm arranging my things in the bedroom of complete strangers, but the irritation is still there. Then I put my underwear in the drawers, organizing them quickly to get this unpleasant task over with.

''I should have brought my fake cockroaches and toy mice. '' I mutter to myself, imagining what fun it would be to scare Christopher's children.

Finally, after everything has been tidied up, I go back to bed and grab the last piece of clothing - black jeans and a black T-shirt. I decide to change and go to the bathroom.

The bathroom, at least, is a relief. Modern and spacious, with white tiles and a large mirror over the sink, it has a fresh feel that helps me relax a little. The hot water from the shower soothes me, washing away some of the tension I've felt since arriving here.

When I've finished, I go back to the bedroom and throw myself on the bed. To my surprise, the bed is incredibly comfortable. I pick up my cell phone to check the time - it's still noon. I sigh, feeling the tiredness creep into my body.

''I'm going to take a nap. '' I decide, closing my eyes, and, in a few minutes, I fall asleep, exhausted.