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Akira

I wake up with a sense of loss. I immediately recognise what it is. I have felt this for whole last week.

And it hurts.

Because it's loss of Romero, of his presence.

Darn it!

Stretching, I open my eyes involuntarily and tense at unfamiliar surrounding but before I could panic, deeds of last night arise in full speed making my slump deeper in bed.

I sigh remembering how good it felt in his arms, how enticing he smells and how we both fit together. I yearn for him, crave for his touch and I'm greedy for his affections. Last night was one of my best nights and I never want to forget it.

I remember his words but what does all that mean now? Do I want to get my hopes up for nothing? Am I ready to face him? Where is he? Is he going to pretend last night didn't happen? Or is he going to back at his King mode? I hope not.

I leap out of bed and make my way toward bathroom. Inside, I find a new toothbrush beside sink. I wonder if he put it here. Shaking my head, I brush my teeth and wash my face. Once I'm done, I come out of his room and see few other rooms in hallway but I don't think he is in any of them since they all are closed.

Slowly I roll down the stairs and instantly I'm hit by the sweet aroma of coffee. It must be Romero, I think and enter inside kitchen only to stop still as I gaze a grey haired woman who is working efficiently before me .

Is she his mom? I question myself.

I clear my throat, "Uh excuse me?"

She jumps lightly, turning to face me. She stares me for a long moment before smiling warmly, "Oh dear! You must be the guest Paul mentioned about. I'm Martha, Young master's housekeeper."

She is kind and welcoming. Her smile is inviting. She doesn't look younger than fifty years, if not more.

I smile back at the short woman, "Yes I would be that guest of your young master. Akira Ray."

"Would you like to eat something Ms. Ray?" She asks beaming.

It's really odd and uneasy for me to have someone elderly as her ask me to eat something.

I shake my head, "No thank you."

Her vibrant face fell slightly making me feel like an ungrateful prick, "Oh, what about coffee, Ms Ray?"

"Please call me Akira and yes, coffee will do. Thanks." I reply.

"Very well."

She turns to machine and prepares coffee for me. Once she is done, she hands it to me.

I take it from her, taking a sip, "Thank you, Martha. Do you know where Romero is?"

She looks surprised, probably due to his name then she nods, "He is in his gym. Third door by that corner." She points at the direction.

I smile, finishing coffee and putting mug in basin, "Thank you Martha."

Just as I go to whirl around but her voice stops me, "Here, your clothes are cleansed and I found this," she shows my phone and my last night's attire, "in your jeans when young master told me to clean it."

I then notice that I'm still in Romero's clothes. I groan inwardly. Crap! My face feels hot as I avoid her eyes and accepting my things from her hands. Mortified, I mutter a 'thank you' before rushing back in the room I slept.

My mind filled with numerous questions. Is it common for him to bring girls here? Am I one of those girl, whose shared his bed? How many girls have slept in his bed? How many times Martha has seen this charade?

Martha! Such a sweet woman.

Oh my god! What she would be thinking of me now? Would she think of me as his new 'fuck buddy'.

For God's sake, I was in his clothes. Of course she'd think that.

Pulling out his clothes, I change back in mine. I shortly miss his scent and comfort from his tee. I fold his clothes and put it on couch.

My phone rings, halting me on track. It's Logan.

I touch green button, "Logan, hi."

"Hey babe, how are you?" He asks but his voice doesn't sound like his usual infact he sounds little dull.

"I'm good Logan. Why are you sounding upset? Is everything okay?" I inquire, worried.

"I don't fucking know. It's Bella, her parents showed up when I was not there. Those assholes fed her some craps about me and she seems to believe them. What the fuck I'm supposed to do when she won't even listen to me. She wouldn't even talk to me." His voice wavers at end. I can only imagine how he is feeling right now. It hurts when someone you love won't talk to you because of a misunderstanding.

"You know Bella. Give her some time, she will come around. This is how her mind works." I try to reason him.

"Yeah I guess. I just panicked when she told me to 'go to hell', I didn't know what to do. Thought I'd talk to you so you could make some sense." He says, dejectedly.

"Hey, she will come around, trust me. You know how her parents could mess with her head. Give her some space, okay?"

"You are right Ira, as always. I'll catch you later, yeah?"

"Yeah. Take care."

"You too babe." Bidding him goodbye, I hang up.

I have faith in both of them to overcome these type of crises. They are made for each other and I know whatever problems they are having, they would solve it by own. After all its Bella and Logan.

Shrugging my mind off them I go down stairs to solve my own problem waiting for me. I take quick glance of Martha who is still working in kitchen, I approach gym.

The sight beheld for my eyes has me practically salivating. There stood subject of my drool in nothing but a loose worn out jeans, hanging low by his torso.

Sweet Jesus!

He is hot, sexy and beautiful.

His upper body in full show. Holly crap! He has perfect eight packs without single ounce of fat. Sweat glistens down his abs as he lifts dumbell, muscles clenching and unclenching. The sight itself is a dream sight for an eye of an artist.

I lick my lips as my finger itches to run on his perfectly tanned skin. Damn! He looks delicious enough to eat.

And you are dying to taste it. My inner self quips.

Oh yes. I am and I'm jealous of anyone who has had the privilege of doing so. I don't want anyone to see him like this. I hate everyone who has seen him like this already. I'm quite surprised from my own possessiveness toward him but damn if I don't want him to be mine and mine alone.

I could stare him forever without a twitch of my eyes. I don't want to disturb him and just look at him but I know he is aware of my presence. I can tell this because of sudden rigidness of his shoulder at my arrival and not mention a tiny teasing smirk planted on his edible lips.

After few more seconds of me appreciating him, he turns around to face me and stills. He checks out my outfit and his face changing into passive one. He takes few steps forward and stops when he is in front of me.

His sweaty, musky smell throws me off, making my inside tighten in apprehension. I whisper, "Hi." My voice comes as breathless and husky.

He narrows his striking eyes at me and replies, "Hi."

What now?

Why did I come here again?

Um yes! I remember.

I clear my throat, "Uh about last night-"

He cuts me off, grunting, "I'll take you to your room." With that he starts to get past me.

Stunned, I gape at him. Is he being serious?

Oh no, you don't.

Frustrated by his behavior, I call out, "So last night means nothing to you huh? Are you going to pretend-"

He stops on his track making me stop my mouth. I go on to speak once again but he is already on me, taking a hold of my nape he pulls me forward until our nose are almost touching.

I peer in his eyes as he growls, "What do you want me to say, Akira? Last night, I bared my soul to you and what I get? You, ready to leave me as soon you could huh? What more you want from me? Do you want me to beg? Is that what you want?"

I open my mouth to speak but snap it shut. I realise he is right. He told me of his feelings but I didn't reciprocate it. How would he know of them but couldn't he see it in my eyes, my feelings are palpable.

I told you, didn't I? My conscience snaps.

Taking a deep breath, I press my body against him. Raising both of my hands I grab his jaws gently as I speak, "I think of you, a lot. Every second, every minute of day. You are always in my mind. I don't like it when I'm not with you. I hate it when I can't see you. Even when I wanted to hate you, my heart wouldn't take it. It always takes your side, believing good in you. Even when I didn't know, in my heart it's only you. Always you."

I haven't said love yet because I want to confirm myself. I want him to say it first or at least wait for sometime and see what our future holds. He has already so much power over me, enough to shatter me apart. I'm not ready to give him more yet.

He searches in my eyes for something once he finds it, his body relaxes, "I am not normal, neither are my feelings for you but I want to try this relationship thing. I know shit about it but for you I'm willing to try. Think carefully before you answer me. Do you want to be my girl?" He asks, grey eyes intensely staring in my blue ones.

How could I say no? When all I want to become his and he, mine. There is nothing to think about. It doesn't matter if we are going in fast pace because it is us. Our feelings were never ordinary, it was there from our first touch.

"I want to be yours." I confess, my own voice thick with emotions.

If it is possible he relaxes further, "Good. But you need to know that once you are mine, you are mine. I need you to promise me that you will never give up on me, on us. I am possessive, jealous and irrational even, I don't really think before doing or saying anything. I am going to fuck up, I know I will because this is who I am. I fuck everything-"

I press my lips to his, not letting him complete. I close my eyes, savouring his touch. We don't move our lips, just keep it touched. It is a sweat little peck but it still curls my toes and it still reaches to my soul.

A moment later I pull apart, opening my eyes and find his are still closed. He has most content expression I have ever seen. He looks satisfied and happy.

When he opens his eyes, they are sparking with emotions, reflecting my own. I murmur under my breath, "I promise." But I know he has heard me.