AMELIA'S POV

I woke up squinting my eyes. It's been so long since I wake up by myself without any alarm clock blaring into my ears. I glanced at the window with drooping eyes and closed them totally when the harsh sunrays hit my eyes. I held my them closed and inhaled deeply. The spicy smell of oak wood and musk entered my nose. I frowned still my eyes closed and noticed that my pillow was a bit hard today.

My eyes fluttered open when I remembered all the events from last night. My eyes landed at the same spot where Roman's body was lying. My heart fell as I sucked up my feelings. I was regretting hitting him. And I know it is totally wrong. He deserved it. No matter how bad I feel, he deserved it. Actually, I shouldn't feel bad at all. I saved myself from his dirty deeds. And that should be the only thing on my mind.

I sighed and turned on my side. And there he was.

I wasn't surprised. I remembered telling him not to leave and I knew he would never leave me alone.

But then I realized something. Why I was asking him to stay? We weren't a thing. As far as I know, Alarick never said the three words. Although he showered me with his enough affection to be assured that he had feelings for me. But I wanted him to say those words. I was dying to hear them. He just said 'You're mine' which I don't feel bad to be. I wanted to be his, forever. But of course I need a title. I just wonder if he ever give it to me.

Just once, Alarick, just once and I'll be all yours.

I chuckled lightly. If you had told me on the first day, Alarick stepped into my miserable life that he would be lying in my bed all carefree, I would have laughed in your face and this time I would not have only recommended you to go to asylum but to take me with you. Seroiusly? I had never thought of having him all to me when we had that awkward encounter on my interview day.

But here I was lying in bed with my bi-polar of a boss, shirtless in all his glory. I quickly sat up and stared at his peaceful form. His long lashes were fanning his high cheekbones. His lips were bit parted in sleep. He looked peaceful. No worries at all.

My hands reached out tracing his sharp jawline, then up his straight as ever nose and along his cheek bone. I don't know for how much time I kept staring at him. I just didn't want to avert my eyes from him. I wanted to keep sitting in front him staring at him for all day.

But that wasn't possible. I sighed and slowly slipped out of the bed. I was going towards the bathroom when my eyes landed beside the bathroom door. I breathed out when Roman came back to my mind.

He will probably come back to me. But now I don't care. Alarick is with me. I don't care about the world anymore. Last night, I saw sincerity in his eyes. The way he held me showed he would never let go. And that was all for me.

I went into the bathroom grabbing some of my clothes.

I took good thirty minute shower before wearing my light blue sundress and covering my hair in a towel.

I stepped out of the bathroom and frowned when I saw my bed empty. I looked around the room but Alarick wasn't there.

Blow drying my hair and putting on my ballerina flats I left my room without bothering to put any makeup on.

I reached Alarick's room and knocked three times.

"Enter."

He was putting his jacket on when I entered the room.

"M-Morning." I said awkwardly and he nodded knotting his tie and then turned to me smiling. And that took me off guard. I have never seen him smiling genuinely. And it was beautiful. He turned back to the mirror and began combing his dark hair which I would love to comb with my fingers all day.

There was pause. A very long pause.

I cleared my throat and he turned towards me. His full attention was on me now. That's not good because he's not smiling anymore. I am freaking out.

"I-I...Is there any work for...me?" I said fumbling with my fingers.

"Is this the first thing popped into your hell of a mind?" He said with a sly smile, "Work?"

I smiled in response, not knowing whether to say 'yay' or 'nay'.

He rubbed his jaw and narrowed his eyes as if thinking.

"I don't think so. The opening ceremony will be tomorrow." He muttered.

"Um...but you said...we have to stay for a month." I said looking confused. He did say that we're going to stay here for a month.

"No. I said maybe a month." He paused and then continued, "Just stay in the room. Keep the windows closed."

I frowned. I walked towards the bed and flopped down as he faced me leaning back on the dresser.

"I can't stay in the room whole day." I said as I folded arms over my chest.

And that was my fucking problem. I think too much when I am alone and considering the events which occurred in my life just a few hours ago, I will go mad if I am left alone.

I heard him sigh, "Layla can stay with you."

"No!" I blurted out, "I mean Layla....I think she doesn't like me."

"And why is that?" He seemed confused. Even I don't have an idea why's Layla so rude and mad at me. She's always rolling her eyes whenever she sees me. In simple terms, she is acting like a bitch.

"I feel it." I shrugged.

He sighed again, moving his hand through his hair. He puffed his cheeks out in annoyance and scratched his nape. Someone please tell me why I find that so sexy?!

"Then what do you want?"

You.

Oh shut up! Stop being so cheeky!

"Well I can go out, somewhere?" I asked him. I am not even sure about what I want?!

"With whom?" He asked straightening up.

"Alone?"

"No."

"What?! I am not a child! I can go out alone!" I almost snapped.

"I said no." He said again expressionless.

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes! Why are you being such a control freak?! You're not my daddy!" I stood up. Sure, I was attacked the night before but Roman was in prison. There's no threat. I can't hide all my life.

"Well, I can be your daddy but it's not the right time, babe." He smirked and I just rolled my eyes at his try, "Now go back to your room. I'll pick you up at three then we can go where ever you want."

I ignored his calling me babe and just smiled. But my smile faded when I realized that I haven't said the one thing I was supposed to say. I slowly walked towards the door thinking if I should say or just leave. Mustering up all my courage, I turned back,

"Um....Thanks for the last night." I said in a low voice barely audible to my own ears but somehow he heard and in a mere second he was right in front of me, cupping my cheeks.

"Don't. I had to do it. It was me who left you alone. It was me who couldn't protect you after promising you safety. I am sorry, I will never leave your side. Just believe in me."

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"I believe in you." I mumbled and pressed my lips against his. He returned the kiss, gripping me firmly as if I would fade away right from his grasp.

But that would never happen. My world revolve around him. No matter where I go, I always come back to him. He is my peace, my world.

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