Where is he even? He can't just disappear after giving me these flowers and ice cream and chocolates.

Had Nora come to the office today I would have gone to her for comfort but she wasn't feeling well herself.

I knew cuddling with Zeke will be dangerous considering Elysian's reaction every time I go close to Zeke.

And is he serious? How can he say that I am his and he is mine? We are not a real couple! According to him, he doesn't care about that.

Sighing, I took a bite of the ice cream and I could already feel myself relaxing due to its deliciousness. I gotta thank him for this and these flowers, they are beautiful.

Seeing all these things made my heart warm and butterflies erupted in my stomach. I know I shouldn't be feeling these things but I can't help it when he is being so sweet. Sometimes he acts like a jerk but when he doesn't, he can be the sweetest person ever.

Having finished my ice cream and eaten a chocolate, I was feeling a lot better and I went back to work and kept an eye out for Elysian who seemed to have completely disappear.

What if someone attacks me here inside the office?

Who cares. He will be the one answering to dad.

I focused on my work and tried not to think much about him even though that bouquet of flower was making me smile every time I look at that.

Zeke came and checked on me twice and I assured him that I was okay.

When it was time to leave, I packed up my things and slinged my handbag over my shoulder and picked up the bouquet in my hand and looked around for Elysian so seemed to magically appear, walking towards me ready to guide me home.

"Where were you?" I asked as he stood before me, towering over me. To be honest, I love his height, he is so tall and it's kinda hot.

"I was here."

"Where here?"

"Here only."

"This is ridiculous. I want to know where exactly you were. Why did you leave me alone? What if something would have happened to me?"

"I was nearby, I wouldn't have let anything happen to you."

And ridiculously I felt so assured by his words.

"Don't do that again--"

I was cut off when he took a step closer and his features softened and he tucked a strand of stray hair behind my ear. "Are you okay now?" He whispered.

Moments like these makes my heart flutter and I feel like giving him a tight hug sometimes.

I shrugged and nodded. "Much better."

He frowned subtly. "If you need anything, come to me, not Zeke."

I rolled my eyes and shoved him gently and walked past him. "Stop it. It's irritating now."

He caught up with me. "I mean it."

"Whatever."

"Farren." He warned. "You need anything just ask me, I don't care if it's your sanitary products or any other thing."

I came to a standstill before the elevators and faced him with a challenging look. "I went to Zeke because I wanted a hug. Tell me, would you have hugged me?"

He didn't even fucking hesitate. "Yes."

I was taken aback by his words and pressed the button to the elevator instead. "You have lost your mind."

"What's wrong with me hugging you? You need a hug, I'll give you a hug. That's not a fucking big deal."

The elevator doors slid opened and I walked inside with him behind me. "You are my bodyguard, Elysian. Bodyguards don't go around hugging their clients."

In a swift movement, I found myself pulled flush against his chest, his hands wrapped possessively around my waist and that bouquet was the only thing between us.

His eyes were blazing with rage. "I am your husband first, Farren. And I can hug you."

"It's a fake marriage, Elysian. Snap out of it."

He pulled me even more closer to him. "What did I say about it being a fake marriage? I don't fucking care. We are husband and wife until we get a divorce so don't say this fake marriage bullshit ever again."

"Did you hit your head somewhere? Because that is the only explanation for your actions right now." I slapped his chest with the bouquet. "One minute you act sweet and the other you act like a jerk! Are you bipolar?"

He loosened his grip around my waist making me stumble back, his eyes now lowered to the ground as if he was ashamed.

Huffing, I stood at a distance from him and pressed the button to the ground floor.

From the corner of my eyes I watched him standing silently, his hands fisted tightly on his sides and a...pout? He had a sad pout on his face? Wow.

He has some serious issues. He needs to see a doctor. He is pouting like a five year old kid who was denied some candies or in his case, ice cream.

By the time we reached the ground floor I was regretting shouting at him, it was unnecessary and seeing how he was still pouting as we walked to the car, it intensified the regret.

Despite everything, he opened the car door for me, not meeting me in the eyes and closed it as I sat inside.

I ran my fingers over the roses as he sat beside me and drove out of there.

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Reaching home, we rode the elevator up to his penthouse in complete silence. That asshole still had that innocent look on his face. Is he doing it on purpose? To make me feel guilty? Whatever it was, it was working damn well.

Entering the penthouse, I pulled out a white rose from the bouquet. "Hey you!"

He stopped came closer to me, still not saying anything.

"I'll give you this rose so stop pouting now."

The pout finally disappeared from his face and he gave me such a bored look that I regretted saying anything to him. "Do I look desperate enough to receive a rose?"

"Whatever. Just stop pouting and accept this flower as a peace maker."

He looked offended. "I wasn't pouting."

"You were."

"I don't pout."

I inhaled deeply and very slowly exhaled to calm myself. "Next time I will click a picture to show you, now, shut up." And I broke the stem of the rose from the down a little and tucked it nicely in his coat's breast pocket.

And before I could change my mind, I pressed a kiss to his jaw because that's how far I can only reach considering how tall he is. "And thank you for the flowers and ice cream though. I loved them."

And I loved how his body stiffened in reaction to my kiss and he remained standing there in shock and letting him have some alone time, I went upstairs.

I didn't realise how fast my heart was beating until I was alone in the room. Why do I have a feeling that I am heading for something disastrous?

I know he's the reason for my quickened heart beat, he's the reason for all those butterflies and missed beats. He makes me smile, he makes me angry but at the end of the day, I feel safe with him. I know I can trust him. He might be a little crazy but he's cute and according to him, he's mine and I am his. As long as we don't get divorced.

Why does the thought of getting divorced makes my heart hurt? Why am I running towards him knowing it's not going to get me anywhere.

I was a moth and he was a flame and I can't help being attracted to him, only to burn in the end.

No. I need to get a hold on myself. I will not let myself get hurt by him. I can't. I need to be stronger and resist him. At any cost.

Our story could never have a happy ending.

But...why am I even thinking about our future? It's not like I am falling for him or something...I am just a bit attracted to him and that's all because he was being sweet to me and I know this will fade away soon. Hopefully. Or else I am destined to doom.

Later that night, I laid down on the bed with my back to him facing the floor to ceiling glass windows, the moonlight streaming in through it.

I felt the bed dip beside me as he laid down too. He hasn't said a word to me ever since.

I was about to close my eyes when I felt his arm snake around my waist and he pulled me back into his hard chest making my eyes widen in surprise.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, astonished.

He placed his chin on the top of my head. "Giving you a hug."

"This...this is not a hug. This is called cuddling."

"I know."

"Elysian...what are you doing?"

His grip firmed around my waist when I started to wiggle away. "Cuddling with you."

"Why?!" I whispered yelled.

"Because I want to. Didn't I tell you that I will give you a hug when you need one?"

"Yeah but I don't need a hug right now!"

And then I heard him barely whisper in the most vulnerable tone, "But I do."

And my heart hurt for him. "Elysian? Are you okay?"

"Mm-hmm..."

I placed my palm over his hand which was around my wiast and rubbed circles over it. "Okay...you can cuddle me...I think I need it too."

He didn't say anything else and I closed my eyes waiting for sleep to take over me and somewhere in between I felt him kiss the top of my head whispering softly, "Goodnight, Farren."