and speechless momentarily.

My mouth nearly tearing open. It's scary the kind of shock he gives my heart, whenever i see his face.

If one day I find out he isn't real I'd kill myself

I quickly sort for my composures, and lift a confused brow.

My mind is suddenly overactive and a tsunami of clips of what we did whirls around my head, echoing strongly and flushing my cheeks.

What the hell does he want.

"Nikolai" I breath, desperately wanting to try his name on my tongue.

I watch his demeanor crack a bit, something darkens his eyes. He smirks and i watch his lip ring move and nearly stumble

"So you do know my name?" He rasp, in that sexy hoarse tone.

His eyes rakes over my body, absolutely relentless. Stopping extra long on my breast and my crotch. I have no doubt that my nipples are erect because of my bathe, and now my face is bright red.

I blink, rubbing my thighs together and wetting my lip at the discomfort his voice and those eyes brings to my body.

"My agent filled me in a few hours ago. What the hell are you doing here?"

He look behind me, then cocks his head "I see you got my roses"

My jaw in on my chest.

"You were the one who sent those?" I ask in disbelief.

"Don't act slow, i just said that" He tucks both of his hand into his pockets and looks straight at me.

I nearly fall on my ass at the intensity. He always looks like a man in charge.

"Why are you sending me roses?"

"You were angry, you ran away so I'm guessing it wasn't a happy moment for realizing i just made your pûssy come twice in almost three minutes when you have a boyfriend" He says easily

My face flames again.

I don't blush anymore what is wrong with me!

Wait boyfriend

"Boyfriend?" I muse out

"Yes Foxie, i did hear your conversation over the phone"

I want to laugh hard, Damien seriously.

But I don't say anything. I bit my bottom lip to suprress my smile "So the roses were what?"

"A simple apology" He shrugs, his gaze transferring to my lips.

Now I laugh, i cover my mouth with my ringed fingers to try to muffle it, becaue the whole situation is just so funny.

I watch his feature replace with something i can't use words to explain. His hand tuck and rectuck in his pockets.

"There is no single apology on this card" I raise the said caed and flip it since its still with me.

"That's what the roses are for"

"You've never made a proper apology before have you?" I cross my arms under my breast and I don't miss his eyes falling on my full chest, and how he tucks and retucks his hand again

A few hours ago I thought he didn't remember me, now he's fighting himself like he can keep his control.

I smirk.

He doesn't respond to my question.

"Still I don't take already taken women. And i like my woman a little older" He says easily with nonchalance and nods a bit in acknowledgment.

My heart sank and my head goes blurry for a minute, i feel myself tensing and it's too late for me to realize that it's jealousy burning in my vein "Oh really like Mrs Fordster. I thought you bat for the other team"

He burst out laughing, full on explosion and it catches me off guard at the suddeness.

And worse, my chest just filled with butterflies at the sound. His looks so picture perfect and so fücking beautiful.

"El?" He wrinkles his nose. He looks like a kid like that and i want to see him laugh and wrinkle his perfectly sculpted nose again and again "Goddamn that's priceless. And disturbing. I just had a disgusting image of fücking my mother"

My face burn, non stop.

Your mouth! Your mouth need to stop working! You see the absolute rubbish you just spew!

"She's your mom!??" I almost scream

"Hold the fûck on. Bating for the other team?" He shakes his head in amusement at my audacity and ridiculousness. "Need i remind you of how my fingers felt in your püssy. Does that feel like i bat for the other team"

I step back a bit, needing to breathe from his presence. My head is whirling again and I think I'm actually going to need some medication.

"Still a cocky bastard" I glare at him.

I want to be alone, or rather i wanted to be alone. I like my solitude, i love it because I'm not much of a people person and socializing. I relate to people but that's only in a polite manner. I don't necessarily like company.

But i watch his body language and his movements and i notice he's about to leave, like he has somewhere to be, and I don't want him to go. I don't want to be alone.

I'll find a way to kick myself for this later

"Hey do you play COD?" I blurt out. When i realize what i just did my whole body feel like it's ready to burn in embarrassment.

What the hell is wrong with this mouth.

He give me an amusement look, and shuffles backward "I have to go Foxie"

I blush some more feelings utterly stupid.

"Oh and by the way, your tîts looks perfect in white" He say referring to my white silk robe.

I feel my nïpples harden at his words, my brain is shutting down again. He turn around and I'm graced with his back. Disappointment claws at my skin and I strongly stomp it down.

"Wait" I call out to his retreating figure "Why did Justin call you Luce that day, is it your middle name?"

"Family and friends calls me that"

I smile "Great" Then i send him a sprinkle wave "Bye Lucy"

He shakes his head "Is that your way of asking me to fuck you. And don't ever call me that!"

My face flushes but I laugh before shutting my door, leaning on it and breathing hard.