Seeking Nirvana by V. L. Brock Read Free Book Online

the left entrance in the hallway. This is the living room obviously.”
    The room bolstered a Grecian theme, with white and cream tones, white and gold veined marble, glass and chandeliers. An overstuffed white and gold-trimmed couch rested in the bay of the window to my left, a pillar-style lamp perched on a small table behind the left arm, and a hefty white marble coffee table with magnificent carved legs and a glass surface sat in the center of two overstuffed sofas. A fifty inch flat screen hung above the large, carved fireplace in the heart of the wall directly ahead.
    “It’s very…white,” I breathed as I completed my perusal and followed Liam through the end archway to the dining area.
    “Get used to it, it’s like this throughout. Don’t blame me, you’re the one who decorated, Kady, baby,” he chuckled.
    The dining area and kitchen was integrated, and it was huge. Passing the lengthy glass surfaced dining-table that sits six, a crystal chandelier hanging perfectly in the center, I stepped into the kitchen.
    “This is your room of preference,” he smiled, arms outspread as he performed a little twirl behind the white and oak-topped kitchen island.
    I began my subtle perusal. “Room of preference?” I grimaced, my eyes falling back on Liam who stood behind the island, his hands set on the wooden top. “What do you mean?”
    The island was the focal point of the room, a state of the art range along the back wall. Cooking equipment hung from hooks while gadgets were placed in its own designated area. It was both magnificent, and very intimidating. I was hesitant to move or touch anything, in fear I would move it out of place and never remember where it belonged. The amount of counters, worktops, units and cupboards were already confusing the Hell out of me. I knew it was going to take me a decade to find my way around.
    He freed the surface of his hands and raised them in the air with flair. “Your improvisations, your creations, they all happen here.” He dropped back onto the island, his shoulders practically touching his ears as he bore his weight through his arms. “You spend hours every now and then in here. I don’t know how you can stand the heat at times.”
    Liam was right; the entire house was identical to the living room with whites, gold, marbles and glass, apart from his home office, which was dark wood and burnish red. Bookcases upon bookcases spanned along the left wall, while a bay window was situated behind the desk.
    I headed straight to the master suite after my grand tour. Liam pushed several times on the word home , but it wasn’t my home. And it wouldn’t be my home until something sparked. For now, it was a house.
    Time didn’t exist as I parked myself in the middle of the largest, most stupendous bed I had even seen. Ivory satin covers and a golden throw decorated the pillar-styled four-poster bed. It didn’t have a canopy, which to me, made it even more striking.
    I sighed as I stared at a photograph on my bedside, one I had no recollection of ever being taken. Liam and I were on a beach, he was wearing only a pair of knee-length shorts, displaying a Chinese tattoo on his left pectoral, an eagle on his left forearm, and a spider’s web on his neck. I was in shorts with an oversized black sweater draping over my shoulder, my blond hair whipping around my face. He was carrying me on his back and we were smiling like lunatics. I wondered what beach we were at; I wondered who took the photo.
    The doorbell rang loud and clear, causing my heart to lurch into my throat, and drew a close to my musings. Uncrossing my legs, I shimmed off the queen-sized bed, trudged down the cream and gold hallway with mirrors and pictures adorning the walls, and down the stairs.
    Liam was already at th e door, embracing the woman and mumbling something in her hair.
    Although her arm remained on his forearm, t he brunette pulled away from my boyfriend. With golden eyes, she observed me as I descended