The Intruder I

Ivy

The room didn't look like Dillon's mansion. I scrutinized the whole place, it was a glass house. There was a deep blue sea in front of it and the blue sky did nothing but make it look as if I was in another world. I was captivated by the sight. How did I get here?" I rhetorically asked inwardly and opened the exit door. A swaying aroma wafted in my nose as I opened the door, absentmindedly, I trailed the scent to the kitchen. And there, I saw Dillon busy preparing breakfast. The sight was intriguing.

He was wearing a blue apron on his bare chest. My stomach squirmed happily, not because of the food, but because of Dillon. He looked appetizing.

"What! When did I start having these naughty thoughts," I secretly pinched myself. I rested my head on the door while looking at him. The sight was appealing and satisfying. I have heard men are more handsome when they are working, but Dillon looked like a mini-god when he was cooking.

He caught me staring at home before I could hide behi