Peace of mind.

He wasn't there.

Thank God.

I noticed that at the side of the bed, my suitcase was neatly placed. Maybe it would be a good idea to take a bath. I needed to cool down anyway, just to relax. Grabbing whatever clothes I needed, I headed back to the bathroom and filled the tub. I removed my clothes, threw my robe over me and sat on the vanity of his bathroom. Again, it was such an elegant place to be in, mixed with a pinch of modern men's style.

Leaning my head against the mirror, I closed my eyes.

Ah, peace of mind.

"Becky!" A voice roared, suddenly bringing me back to my senses.

Jumping off the vanity, I quickly closed the tap and listened until the beast spoke again.

"So help me God if you don't open this bloody door right now I swear I would fucking murder you inside there and enjoy it!"

"Calm your tortillas Grandpa, I'll be done soon." I retorted with a tired yawn, frustrated at him.

"I've been waiting for over an hour." His voice seemed impatient.

One hour, wow, I really knocked ou