It has now been a week since we arrived, and I haven't seen or heard of Kye since the first day.

He always leaves early and comes home late. Not like I'm complaining.

My father hasn't contacted me about any missions, and I'm starting to worry that he's taking me out.

I could no longer stay in this house, cooped up and alone.

So I decided to go out; by myself. I wasn't sure where yet, but it was after dinner and I needed to get out of the house.

I grabbed my car keys and purse, closing the front door on the way out.

The car ride wasn't long when I reached downtown, the lights blaring inside the club as I approached it.

I don't know why I was here, but it was an escape.

I grabbed a few drinks and headed towards the dance floor, downing the glasses of alcohol quickly.

I wasn't sure how long I was there, swaying my hips and dancing with random guys.

When I downed another shot of vodka, it no longer burned, and instead, it slid down my throat easily.

The intense liquid rushed to my veins quickly, spreading around my body as I danced.

One thing I was for sure I didn't remember was when I had my phone in hand, dialling the number of the person I wanted to get away from.

"Aliyah what," his stern voice said from the other side, making me giggle into the phone.

"Kyeeeee," I said laughing, "I love that name."

"Are you drunk?" He gritted out.

"No," I hiccuped out, "maybe, but that doesn't matter!" I shouted into the phone, over the loud music.

"You know I wish you were here," I said to him sadly, pouting into the phone as someone handed me another glass.

"Where are you?" He said, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor in the background.

"No where," I giggled again, taking a sip.

"Aliyah I swear to g-"

"Oops sorry, got to go!" I hiccuped once again and hung up, placing the phone into my pocket.

"Who was that?" The guy I was dancing with asked, and I shrugged.

"My fiancé," I said, drinking the rest of the liquid in my cup.

He didn't seem to mind when he put his hands on my hips again, swaying them back and forth against him.

"You feel good," he muttered in my ear, and I drowned out his words, taking in the alcohol and the music.

"Come back to my place," he whispered and I shook my head no.

"I have to go homeeee," I said excitedly, licking my lips as I threw my head back against his chest.

"It will be fun," he said, "I promise there will be alcohol and music."

I gasped and turned back to him, "you promise?"

"Yes, come on," he said grabbing my hand, and pulling me away.

A punch to his face made him falter back, letting go of my hands as he grabbed onto his bloody face.

"What the fuck?!" He shouted, looking towards the man that hit him.

A smile grew on my drunk face as I stared at Kye, his fists clenching at his sides and his nostrils flaring.

Fuck he looked hot

"Kyeee," I said, blinking my eye lashes at him, "you came."

"Aliyah," he muttered, "you're fucking drunk."

I rolled my eyes, "you're rude."

He didn't have time to answer when a fist came hurling towards his face, but he stopped it with his hand, pushing the guy back into the crowd behind him.

Kye came toward him, punching him to the ground.

"Kye stop," I cried out, running up to him and attempting to pull him off.

He finally got off, wiping the blood of the man off his face.

"Let's go," he spat, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the exit.

"You're no fun," I whined, protesting as he put me into the passenger seat, putting the seatbelt around me.

He didn't say anything as he drove away, the street lights illuminating his face as they went past.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked quietly, looking towards him.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white.

"You pulled me out of a phone call, a very important one," he gritted out, watching as my face fell.

"I'm sorry," I hiccuped, facing the window.

We pulled into the driveway, and he turned off the engine.

He came around the other side, unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling me out of the car.

When he walked us into the house I grabbed his arm and stared into his eyes, my own filling with tears.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, "I'm such a disappointment."

He paused for a moment, watching as the tears fell down my cheeks.

"You're drunk," he muttered, pushing me upstairs once more.

"Listen to me!" I shouted at him, making him pause again.

"I haven't been on a mission in a week, and I've been stuck in this house. Now you're mad at me!" I yelled, shoving him hard so that way he landed against the wall.

"You've done nothing but treated me like some housewife," I spat, more tears spilling from my eyes.

"I know," he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"No you're not," I said harshly, pulling myself away from him.

The movement made me dizzy, and I quickly slumped to the ground.

Kye caught me fast, helping me lean against him.

"I don't need your help," I said, pushing away from him, but he only held on tighter.

"Aliyah stop," he said, walking me to the bedroom.

We stumbled to the bed, and he sat me down.

He walked to his drawers, pulling out a large shirt.

I grabbed it, and attempted to put it on, my drunkness making it difficult to pull it over my head.

"May I?" He asked me, standing in front of my legs.

I stared up at him for a moment and nodded, allowing him to take the shirt from me.

He pulled down my dress, revealing my red undergarments, and I watched as he gulped.

He quickly pushed the dress aside and lifted my hands up, bringing the shirt down over my head.

"Thanks," I muttered, crawling over to the head of the bed.

I laid there as he pulled the covers over me, and then he went over to the drawers again, changing into his pyjamas.

I felt the bed move underneath me, indicating he was getting under the covers.

I don't know if it was the alcohol still in me, or just how close he was, but I rolled over, moving into his chest.

I felt him freeze for a moment, and then he relaxed, wrapping his arms around me.

"I know I won't remember this tomorrow," I whispered to him, "but thank you."

He didn't say anything for a moment, and then I felt his fingers slightly move around my skin.

"You're welcome," he whispered back, "goodnight Aliyah."

I smiled against his bare chest, closing my eyes.

"Goodnight Kye."