After my time at library I called Romero to inform him to not pick me up because I wanted to walk. He asked me if I was okay I told him yes and that I just wanted some air. I don't know why I felt guilty even though I was not lying to him. I truly needed some time alone to process everything together. And that walk back to my dorm really help me to mind straight and not jump into any conclusion without any proof.

Or better yet to postpone all the investigation for next day and enjoy my today. It is an great opportunity for me, I don't want ruin it for something inconsiderable.

"I don't think even I could pull out this dress like you. You look absolutely stunning."

I stare at the mirror and I have to admit Sydney is right. I look truly out of my league. This beautiful, stunning and well polished girl is not me but she still somehow makes me doubt my decision.

My straight hairs are pulled up perfectly by lots of pins but it makes me look elegant and that's not the word I'm accustomed with. My eyes look smokey and lips perfect with nude lipstick. I glance down at my cleavage to find all the hickies are hidden using lots of concealer. It's good thing considering how I challenged Romero this morning.

I turn to look at Sydney who is grinning proudly at her work, "Thanks Syd. I really-"

The door of my room open revealing a Greek God looking Romero. I forget altogether where I am and what I was doing. My vision is only on him and I don't even notice when Sydney silently steps out of the room leave both of us alone.

I sense his longing as he stares me. I take the opportunity to drink him in, my gaze running all over him. He looks like the powerful magnet from every angle, that is the main source of my pull toward him. So sensually handsome that my eyes hurt just by looking at him.

My God!

His dark black hair are set perfectly and my hand itches to run through them. His small trimmed beard makes him look hotter and more dangerous. I have always known black is his color but in the given black tux he would leave every other male miles behind him. There is no competition, literally.

He is everything, tall, dark and dangerous.

And he is all mine.

I am still getting used to this.

"You are beautiful, Romero." The words slip my mouth for the second time with any intention but they are undeniably true.

He comes forward catching my hand and bringing them to his mouth. He kisses each of my knuckle delicately. His gaze is hot- intense hot on me. "And you are breathtaking, Ray."

I feel my face reddens and I smile, "Hi."

He doesn't smile but amusement fills his eyes. "Hi."

"You look seriously hot. Every female there are so going to envy me." I giggle at him.

"It's only fair because every fuckers there are going to hate me." He states.

Trust him to call any male a fucker.

His eyes go down to my chest and they darkens. "Turn around." He demands.

With confused face I obey. His hand come in front of me and I feel something cool on my skin. My eyes open big and I gasp when removes his hand. I blink at the necklace he just put on me. It's beautiful but expensive too.

My head shakes by its own, I frown at him through mirror. "It is beautiful but I can't take it."

"Why the fuck not?" He growls.

"I just can't. Its too expensive for me."

He snorts, "Not enough. It matches with your dress and you're not removing it."

It sure does.

I sigh, no point of arguing with him but a compromise. "Fine I will wear it tonight and then I will return it to you."

"It's a gift Darling. You don't say no to a gift." He tells me as though I'm a child who doesn't know the meaning of gift.

Scowling I turn around to face him, "Surely you must understand it is too expensive for a gift."

He rolls his eyes, "A gift is a gift. It's price doesn't matter."

"No Rom. I can't take it. I'm not with you because of your money. I just want you, nothing else."

His eyes soften, "I can buy hundred of it and would still have more than enough money. As for you being with me for my money, I would gladly give you my every cent if it means having you with me in any way I could."

Jesus!

What could I say to this?

I take his face between my hand. "You don't understand your worth Romero. I know it and I want to be everything you deserve."

He places his hand on mine, "You are more than I deserve but I will still never let you go."

My eyes sting slightly. I blink the moisture away. I can't cry right now or Sydney's who hard work would go in vain. "I love you." I murmur backing away from him.

"And I love you more." He whispers back.

His words sends my heart into racing mode. It's frustrating how his mere words stirs my heart like this. I wouldn't have any other way though.

I notice the way he stares at my chest. It is a gaze of possession, protection and obvious possessiveness.

Wheels of my brain spins. I narrow my eyes at him. "Why do I feel like you have another motive behind this necklace?"

He smirks, "Other than it looks perfect on you?"

"Yes."

"Of course I have."

He is playing game and I'm getting impatient. "Well, what is it?"

His eyes turns a shade darker as he speaks in low voice. "If any fucker dares to put his eyes where it doesn't belong, he will first see this and will realize what is he against to."

As him by my side is not enough to send anyone in opposite direction.

My irrationally jealous and possessive boyfriend.

I don't have any words to retort. Why do I even bother? I should have realized he would pull something like this after not getting what he wants.

I give him a small laugh. "If you are done with your caveman ways. Can we please leave?"

His smirk just widens my choice of words. "Come on. I am all ready to get this night over with and you out of this offensive dress."

My mouth drop open at his audacity.

Bloody arsehole!

He notices and laughs with the shake of his head. "I didn't mean it like that baby, though I'm all in if you are."

I couldn't even pull angry face at his comment. I like it when he smiles and laugh like normal college student. He is so carefree, so different from when I first met him. The change is unbelievable but it is for better, I believe.

Seeing him like this I could never accuse him for a drug addict, infact I don't think I could ever. Then how could Alex say something like that so freely? I don't know and I don't think I want to know. Something tells me I wouldn't like the answer.

Taking my hand in his warm one he pulls me out. Sydney is couch with her phone. Spotting us, she fans herself pointing at Romero when he is not watching. I just wink in agreement. Romero is hot enough to make us want to fan our self.

As we pass by a group of dorm girls on our way, they stop talking to get a better look of Romero. Their lust and desire for his looks couldn't be more obvious if they tried. I want to shout he is mine as though him gripping my hand is not enough sign for them. It irrational I know but that is what he turns me into. A jealous and irrational mess with bunch of insecurity.

When we come outside, I'm once again shocked by him. This time through his choice of car. There is a limo park in front of us. The length he goes.

I look at him, "A limo? Really?"

He kisses my forehead, "The best for my girl. Always."

And just like that rest of my lecture disappear in mist of night.

Paul, his security head comes out and greets us, "Good evening sir, mam."

Romero nods while I smile, "Good evening Paul. How was your day?"

There is a hint of smile on his stoic face as he replies, "It's going good so far."

I thank him when opens door for and climb in. Romero follows me shortly after muttering something to Paul.

I relax when he pulls me to him and sigh. Contrary to him, I can't wait to start this night.