He looks at the girl beside him with wonder as he couldn't believe she is actually there, with him. It feels like a dream to him. He is convinced that it is just a bloody illusion and when the haze would clear she'd fucking disappear in dark night. Nothing good stays with him, he is that fucked up and she is far more precious than every other good thing in his past.

He watches intensely as her expression changes, a smile forms on her soft lips and all the air is knocked out of his lunge. His chest tightens painfully and he finds it hard to breath but even then he couldn't find it in himself to remove his gaze from her, it is impossible for him. He is hypnotized under her spell, and like a captive all he could do is stare. It feels like torture and peace to him, like prison and freedom to him.

As he observes her breathtaking smile he can't help but feel jealous of his own creation. Fuck that, he growls inwardly, he is jealous of every other reason behind her smile that is not him. She doesn't have any idea of the power she holds on him or what her smile could do to him. For a moment he even considers locking both of them up in his cabin and throw the key away, then she would never leave him not even when he fucks up.

This insane idea and the extent he is ready to cross just to keep her terrifies him. He has this love-hate relationship with these terrifying emotions. On times he'd feel like a King, who has conquered whole world and other times, he'd be plain helpless. Despite these weakness, he is addicted to them, he is obsess with these emotions, he never wants them to go away.

It is not that he didn't try, because he tried. He tried so hard to kill these emotions, not for him but for her sake, but they keep coming back. Before, they wouldn't leave him alone and now he does not want them to. At first he didn't understand these foreign affection but now he knows what they exactly are. He just isn't ready to accept them yet, not till she feels same for him or until she needs him as much he, her. He is waiting for the moment she wants him enough to stay.

"Oh my," I breath out, looking disbelievingly at the thing in front of me.

I can't help but gape at the beautiful yacht or boat in front of me. It is magnificent, really. The first thing I notice is its colour. Grey, the exact same shade of his eyes, its alluring. Just from its outer appearance, it express infinite amount of wealth and elegancy. It is large but not huge. Its first half part is open, anyone could enjoy open night here. In the middle of it, is written 'King' in bold later, presenting yet another property of Romero.

I feel Romero's eyes on me and turn to look at him. My breath gets caught in my throat when I find him staring me with a sheer intensity that holds undecipherable promise. I force it down and give him a wide smile. His eyes drop to my lips before returning back to my eyes.

Without asking he takes my hand in his and leads me toward the yacht, which is standing by the edge of deck. That's when I notice that it is not a see shore or beach infact a surrounded lake and there is no other people here apart from two people dressed in back business suit at end of deck.

Just as we come to the edge of lake, a big man in grey suit comes out of cabin on yacht and roll down stairs of it, I recognize him as Paul, Romero's head security. When he reaches us, like always he gives Romero a nod, "Everything is set as you asked. It is all ready to go."

Romero nods back but doesn't speak anything and analysis our surrounding with one of his dark looks.

He doesn't speak lot, does he?

After a minute of searching, he once again start moving, pulling me along with him. He helps me climb stairs, holding me firmly. On coming up I see three men dressed in a uniform watching me curiously, probably wondering who this mysterious girl is with their boss, feeling conscious I stop on track causing Romero to halt too. I think he notices my uneasiness and gives the staff member a magnified glare which has them running inside swiftly.

Oh boy!

Now that we are alone, I let out a sigh, turning at the direction of sun. I walk toward railing watching sunset occurring ahead of me, fully aware of his gaze on me. The sun is setting and there are only a few swallows left in the sky. The yacht starts moving slowly on water surface and I observe water is only running due to force of boat otherwise it is immobile.

The only sound can be heard are clashes of air around us. Its soothing and peaceful. Away from crowd and busy lifestyle, this moment is full of solace. I can't help but feel envious of the birds that could roam around freely without any boundary and responsibility on them.

"Beautiful."

Romero's sudden voice startles me. This is first world he has spoken since we met outside my room. I give him a glance, nodding in agreement, "It is, isn't it?" Nature is filled with real beauties and one of them is sunset.

"I didn't mean the view, though it's quite lovely but it is nothing in front of my beauty." He speaks smoothly.

My eyes widen at the meaning behind his words. With my heart race picking up and face reddening, I bow down my head hoping he couldn't see my flushed face. My prayer doesn't go noticed because a second later I go stiff as I sense him move toward me. I hold my breath in anticipation and apprehension.

His powerful steps stop once he is right behind, his addicting cologne smell hits my nose making me loose all my senses temporarily. My breath hitches when he leans down to inhale my scent, brushing his nose behind my ear. A shiver runs down my nerves reaching my soul.

I heave out a yelp when he encircles his hand on my waist and tugs me tightly against his chest. Suppressing a moan threatening to escape when his lips replace his nose, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses, I rest my hands above his.

This feels so good.

Like a small taste of heaven.

Firework erupts within my lower belly, my leg feels like they would turn into jelly any moment now. If it weren't of him holding me straight I would have melted from this affection. The emotions are too much for me handle alone. I can't describe this feeling that is bursting my inside out.

It is too much but I want him to never stop.

After a few more of his sweet torture, he stops and rest his chin above my head before sighing. I think about how beautiful it would look from future, when we'd turn to look back. I have had some best moments in my life but this particular second ace them all. We both are standing at edge of yacht wrapped against each other and watching the lovely sunset.

It is incredible.

I love the way we fit together, it feels as if we are made for each other. It's like I'm born to be perfectly moulded in his arms. If only we could live in a different world where we both are perfect for each other and have no secrets, no difference and no problem in our life. Just us.

But life in not a fantasy, is it? It doesn't matter what I think because reality will always strike.

We stood at the same place for quite some time, lost in each other and enjoying a beautiful scene until Romero's phone buzzed cutting the beautiful silence between us.

I was disappointed when he excused himself and went inside. I physically felt his absence when he untangled himself leaving me cold. I wanted to wrap myself tightly around him but immediately dismissed the urge.

While waiting, I sulked a little but it died as quickly when one of the staff member approached me and politely inviting me inside by 'his Sir's' order. It was not difficult to figure out who this sir was.

And now, following him inside, once again I am left amazed. I swirl around finding whole room filled with dim red lights illuminating this room like the star do in sky. In the center of the room is an elegant looking oval shaped table lighted with candles.

And Romero says he doesn't do romance!

It sure looks like a romantic gesture.

True.

Suddenly aware of his presence behind me, I whirl back to see him at the door, leaning against it.

"Hi", I speak stupidly.

A small smile grace his lips and his eyes twinkling lightly as he slowly moves toward me like a predator. I suddenly feel like the prey he is on hunt.

Once he is close enough to touch our bodies, he whispers, "Hi". His voice deliberately husky.

My eyes are so stuck to his beautiful smile that I couldn't even respond when he reaches forward tucking loose tendril of my hair behind my ear, letting his hand give a feather light touch to the expose area of my neck.

His dazzling smile is luminous that it almost reaches my soul.

I'm so in love with his smile.

You are in love with him, period!

I think I am.

Still dazed by his pretty smile, I unconsciously breath out, "You are so beautiful Romero."