Forever Mine (Providence Series Book 1) (3 page)

"So Maya, why did you move to Piersville?" Cole asked from my other side. “And where’s your accent from? I thought you were a Montgomery?”

"My father's a diplomat so once I finished college and handed in my notice to a designer I worked for in the city, I decided to move near my family.
 
Also, my sister's under seven hours away from here so I can see her too,” I explained trying to keep it brief.

"You have family near here, honey?" Ren asked, calling me yet another pet name but sounding very interested in the answer for some reason.

"Yeah, George Montgomery is my uncle on my mom’s side,” I answered feeling awkward because let's face it, we weren’t here for my life story.

"No shit!" Cole said from my left side, and I felt Ren flinch this time and turned to look at him.

"So that makes Luke, Mark and Adam your cousins?" Ren queried, pointing out the obvious and making me wonder what the issue with them being my cousins could be?

“Yup, is that a problem?" I asked when he didn't comment any further and still looked uncomfortable.
 
I could hear Cole sniggering beside me as well which made me wonder what the hell was going on?

"No, no problem, just making the association and all that,” Ren was looking anywhere but at my face with a red flush on his cheeks.

I turned to look at Cole, and he whispered, "He's played around with them before,” and winked.

What did he mean played around with?
 
Like kids playing?
 
Why would that be awkward?
 
As I was mulling all of this over, I saw the look of pure rage that Ren gave Cole and Cole's shit-eating grin, and then all of the dots started to add up…

"Oh my God, my cousins are gay? You've slept with my cousins?
 
Wait, that means you're gay too?
 
Holy shit — you’re gay!" I rambled wincing when the last bit was shouted out catching Colette's attention and making her turn around.

"Who's gay?”

Cole, who by this point was bent over holding his knees and gasping for air, stuttered out, “R....R...Ren!" and promptly fell onto his knees losing the battle with his joints as he curled into a little ball and howled.

"I'm not fuckin gay!
 
What the actual fuck? Why would you think that?" Ren shouted with his hands on his hips, glaring at me.

"But Cole said you'd played around with my cousins?" I looked at Colette who looked like she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her.

"Yeah, with chicks!" He snapped back at me.
 
Then it hit me, and I felt my stomach fall through my body.
 
I was surprised that I managed to stay upright at the devastation that went through me as it sank in — he had shared girls with my cousins; like at the same time. These were the guys that my cousins had warned me about - the ‘Town Cats’ as they called them.

I turned to Colette, who was now looking at Ren with a look of shock and disgust that only a mother would wear. She looked at me, and her expression turned into worry.
 

"Right, so which house is it?” I asked in the calmest voice I could, looking anywhere apart from at Ren and Cole.
 
I wouldn't let Ren see how upset I was at the reality that the guy who had been stuck in my head for the last three days was, in fact, worse than my ex in his slutdom.
 
You didn't come here for a man, Maya, I scolded myself, and followed Colette toward the massive house furthest away from the main house.

"Maya..." Ren whispered behind me.
 

"Have you got an idea what you want done with the place then?" I interrupted, determined now that our conversation would only be about my job.

"Not really,” he grumbled back.

"Okay, let’s see what we're working with then,” I was determined to play the part of the chipper, non-affected professional that I was.

I followed Colette up the steps onto the porch and frowned at the bare space.
 
There wasn't a chair, a swing, a table, nothing and it was right in the sun. I couldn't imagine having this view and not having a way to sit outside and enjoy it when I wasn't working.
 
Colette caught my eye nodded like she agreed with what was going through my head.
 
I had noticed that there was more than one porch around her house and that all of them had furniture; so it must be a bone of contention for her that Ren didn't have this.
 

Inside, it was all open plan.
 
The living room was huge and all that was in it was a couch that had seen better days, two Lazyboys, a marked wooden table and the biggest flat screen that I had ever seen in my life mounted on the wall.
 
To the right was the dining area, with the kitchen at the back of the house.
 

The kitchen had white cabinets and white tiles and was full of new looking stainless steel appliances.
 
I could see some dirty dishes, a toaster, a microwave, a kettle and some protein shake powder on the side and that was all.
 
This place seriously needed some personality.
 
Looking at the walls, I noticed it was white primer and looked at Ren with a raised eyebrow, but he was too busy staring into space with a frown on his face. Alrighty then!

I followed behind Colette as she went to the back of the house pointing out the office, which had another huge TV in it, the mudroom and the utility room; everything just looked so bare, like all he'd done is dump furniture and that was it.
 
Did he actually live here? Judging by the mudroom I'd say he did, but there was no evidence of...well...anything in his home.
 

As we walked around, I took notes to remind myself and already had ideas brewing in my head.
 
Colette led us up a beautiful staircase with a glass banister running around it, but the steps hadn't been made out of the same beautiful oak boards that the floor had, so obviously the intent had been for these to be covered.
 
In my mind, I pictured the beautiful slate that I'd seen used in a similar project in England covering the stairs and offsetting the slight tint of green that the glass that ran along the outside of the stairs had.
 
With the stain I had in mind to put on the floorboards and the injections of color and basic humanity that I envisioned putting into the place, it would be stunning.
 

As we got upstairs, I realized how close Ren was to my back and that he would have had my ass in his face on the stairs — thank God I hadn't realized that before otherwise I probably would have tripped and made a fool of myself.

"Okay, this is one of the spare rooms,” Colette said at the first door upstairs. It was a plain room with a pine bed in the middle and an ensuite. "All of the rooms on this floor look like this apart from the room that Ren hasn't decided what to do with still,” she continued looking around disappointedly.

I was taking notes but looked up at that comment. “Even the master suite?”

Ren was staring at me again with his hands in his pockets until he caught himself and looked around the room with a blank expression on his face.

"That's not on this floor,” Cole said from the doorway with a grin on his face.
 

I turned back to Colette, who made me the least uncomfortable of the three. Regardless of where I was, though, I could still feel where Ren was the whole time which was disconcerting.
 

I followed Colette through another two massive rooms all sparsely decorated like the first, and when we hit the back of the top floor, I saw another set of stairs leading up to the attic. Behind the stairs was the last room which was double the size of the others and had nothing in it furniture wise.

"What did you plan for this room?" I asked Ren, who was looking around with his hands in his pockets and replied with shrug.

"A nursery,” Colette whispered with a huge grin on her face. I gave an obligatory laugh at her statement, even though the thought of Ren one day filling this room with his babies made my gut ache. I had no intentions of thinking on why, though; at least not yet and not here.

"What are you aiming for — twins?” I joked to Ren, who rubbed the back of his neck and looked even more uncomfortable.
 

I walked through to the ensuite to see that it only had a bath in it, not the bath and shower that the others had in theirs.
 
That fit perfectly with the theory that he did intend for this to be the nursery.
 

"Okay, so I take it that the master bedroom is upstairs then?" I used a falsely bright and upbeat tone when all I wanted to do was eat some Ben and Jerry’s.

“Yup,” Ren said looking me straight in the eyes.
 

I couldn't figure out what the expression on his face meant, but he stood holding my eyes until Colette cleared her throat, clapped her hands, and breezed out of the room to the stairs. “This way, darling."
 

I followed her making sure that no one saw the eagerness in my eyes to see where Ren slept.
 
Dammit Maya, he’s a well-known man whore that you've been warned about and who not an hour ago was telling you that he'd shared women with your cousins for fuck sake.
That helped dampen the feelings I had going on but made my stomach hurt even worse.
 

I was aware of Ren following right behind me, but this time, the realization that he was getting an eyeful of my ass made me walk carefully to make sure I didn't fall flat on my face and embarrass the shit out of myself.
 

"Here we go, isn't it beautiful?" Colette said turning around in the biggest master suite I had ever seen, and I had seen many during my internship and job in Tampa.
 

Holy shit, it was beautiful and almost spanned the length and width of the entire house.
 
There was a plain bed in the corner and windows in the roof throughout the room making it seem bright and open.
 
At both ends of the room were huge balconies with floor to ceiling sliding windows adding even more light. All too often, attic rooms seem dark and dank because of the lack of light, but not here — it was an architectural marvel!
 

On the far right side was another massive tv and some Lazyboys, and on the opposite side of the room to the bed was what I assumed was an ensuite.
 
The furniture was functional and bland, and again there wasn't any decoration aside from some photos on the walls.
 

Walking into the ensuite, I froze. There were massive slate tiles on the floors, a rectangular ceramic tub like I'd drooled over for so many years, a huge shower that had a glass wall that was left open at the end like a wet room and there were eight shower heads - eight! I recounted imagining what it would be like to be hit by all of them at once and then noticed that there was a series of dials and buttons on different panels on the walls.
 
Holy shit, this bathroom was a dream.

“I guess the good news is that there's one room here that doesn't need anything done to it.”
 
I saw the look of satisfaction and pride cross Ren's face and turned to Colette.
 
I probably couldn't even count on ten people's hands and feet how many women had been in that bed and had used this bathroom. The thought was depressing and yet again sobered me up from the fantasies running through my head.

"Ren designed and picked it all out himself,” Colette was beaming with pride. I must have looked like a dumb bunny as my jaw opened and closed.

“Seriously?"

“Yeah, I dunno why, but when I was looking around for bathroom inspiration all this shit stood out to me like it was a must,” he shrugged as he looked around.

“Boys and their toys hey?" I gestured towards all of the buttons and dials that did God knows what.
 
Probably opened hidden drawers filled with condoms and lube, the little voice in my head piped. Snarky bitch.

"If you think this is impressive beautiful, just wait until you see my bare wood and toys,” Cole said and winked at me making me burst out laughing. It seemed I could always rely on this guy.

4

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Maya

After following Colette around Cole's house
and taking plenty of photos of both of the houses, we decided to call it a day so that they could get back to work and I could start thinking up some ideas.
 

I spent hours looking for the perfect sectional and matching chairs for Ren’s lounge - which should be perfect for his orgies, the snide voice in my head sniped. For the dining room, I had found a glass top table with a big reclaimed wooden picnic bench frame underneath it, matching wooden chairs on one side and a bench on the other side. For his bedroom, a massive four-poster oak bed with transparent white panels that would be tied to each post and the same fabric billowing from the large windows that lead out to the balconies. I had also discovered a cavernous empty basement, so I was looking for ideas to make the most of that space for Ren.
 

By the time eight o'clock hit, I had a full folder filled with ideas to show him and a couple for Cole.
 
My next meeting with them wasn't until Tuesday, so I had the whole weekend to work on it and get some colors for the walls to show them as well as create mock ups for them to see.