The smell hit my nostrils hard and I felt my nose tickle. You know that strong smell that gets you groaning in your sleep and that's exactly what I did. I tossed and turned in between the soft sheets that made you feel like you were in heaven, fighting sleep. I pulled my eyes open slowly to be blinded by a shiny orange, pink and white ray, I'm not even sure as my mind was still clouded with sleep. I shut them immediately then opened them again turning and groaning in the bed.

That was the best sleep I had had in months and I felt so good. I sat up at the edge of the bed and stretched my arms.

"Morning beautiful,"

I jumped at the sexy sleek voice that came just besides the bed. Turning my gaze my eyes landed on the handsome Greek God standing beside the bed.

"Thor"

I was tempted to say but held my tongue and giggled a little. His hair was rustled up from sleep, his six pack was out for me to notice, and his sweat shorts hug loosely around his waist showing the V that had my folds dripping. In his hands was a tray filled with food and I couldn't help but smile.

What a sight to wake up to.

"Breakfast in bed," he said as I blushed.

"Let me go brush my teeth first," I said lowly as swiftly got off the bed and walked to the bathroom in my shorts and sleeping shirt, it was kind of chilly a little though. There was a cool breeze blowing the curtains, making them dance.

I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth before rushing back to the room before my tea got cold. Rafael sat on the bed looking at his phone. I rushed in the blankets and took the tray to my lap. The plate was filled with pancakes, eggs, beacon, sausages, tomatoes, cheese and next to the plate was a bowl of plain yogurt with all kinds of fruits then two cups of coffee.

"You made all this?" I asked, raising the cup to my cold lips.

"Yes, I tried. " he said taking his own cup.

"Thank you," I said in between sips.

He looked at me for a moment before nodding and taking a sip of his strong black coffee.

"So what do you want to do today?" he asked.

I shrunk my shoulders.

"I don't know, what were you thinking?" I asked taking a sausage into my mouth.

"I also don't know, what people do for fun, maybe let's go to a strip club." he said causing me to laugh out loud.

"Come on, you do that, I'll be sitting here watching a movie or something."

"Nah, I'll be wherever you are. " he said grinning like a five year old. It was odd seeing him like that, for a moment or two I thought I was dreaming.

"That sounds so wrong, so you my stalker now."

"Something like that."

"Okay, I will drag you and we will get matching manicures, then do our hair..." I said giggling.

"I'm up for it if you are,"

"Really!" I laughed harder as he nodded his head.

"Wait, what did you do to Rafael because you are definitely not him?" We both laughed then just stopped. An awkward moment followed so I just ate my food as I stole glances at him. Why did it seem like I was the one falling again, he was the one who supposed to be falling not me, that was the plan.

What was happening?

This was like a cycle, going round and round over and over again. When will I realize that he would hurt me over and over again? Why did I keep on letting my guard down?

I looked at my food feeling the mood change. I wanted so hard to stay angry but it seemed like it was slipping from my grasp. How pathetic was I to keep hoping and opening to him?

Just one last chance, my heart said.

Are you fuck'n crazy! My mind shouted but the heart was like a spoilt greedy child. It got what it wanted.

Dear heart of mine, one day you shall lead me to my death, I thought sipping on my tea.

"Can we just stay in," I heard myself say lowly, my mood had turned and I just wanted nothing but to sleep in.

We sat in silence after that and when done Rafael took away the dishes and I made my way to take a bath. When I was done he took his and wore a black t-shirt with sweat pants while I wore my blue shorts, pink fluffy socks and a black t-shirt. I crawled into bed and Rafael followed suit. He drew me to his chest as he sat his back against the headboard. Warmth spread through me and I didn't want to pull away from his embrace.

Just for today, my inner voice said. Just for today, I didn't want to be angry, I didn't want to cry or fight I just wanted to feel warmth and content.

Just for today.

I took the TV remote and browsed through channels stopping when I saw a channel playing a movie called "black panther" pressing info the storyline seemed interesting and it was one of the latest movies of which both Rafael and I would enjoy it since it said action plus comedy. Shifting my body I got comfortable in Rafael's strong arms as the movie started.

"Thank you for breakfast by the way," I said looking up at him.

He smiled and kissed my forehead and I thought I'd jump off the bed and do flips.

There it goes again, a tiny voice said within me but I pushed it to the back of my head and enjoyed the moment.

Half way through the movie we were laughing together all our problems forgotten.

"No!!!" I screamed jumping off the bed at something that happened.

"Is he dead?" Rafael asked me fazed as the main character flew off the cliff.

"I don't know Rafael!" I screamed at him wanting to just cry and hit the screen.

"Maybe he is going to climb up again," I said lowly hoping, my eyes glued on the screen.

Rafael wrapped his hands around me as we both held our breath waiting for him to rise up but nothing. I felt tears at the brink of my eyes.

"No!" I said lowly as they all bowed to the new king of Wakanda.

"No!" Rafael said after me.

We were so into the movie, so close to each other, skin to skin. I could feel his breath fan through my hair.

"Fuck!" Rafael shouted.

The movie went on as his hands held me close, I was so comfortable there, it was like I belonged there and I didn't want to move.

After the movie we watched another amazing one then and another one.

"Let's go make lunch." Rafael said after the forth movie, I nodded but sad that I would leave his arms which had become my safe heaven. We walked side by side to the kitchen. The maids scattered out as Rafael pulled out pots and all he needed.

I was surprised, I didn't know he knew how to cook.

"What should I do?" I asked wanting to be helpful.

"Please chop these," he passes me some onions and carrots.

I got on it as he put a pot on the stove, poured some oil and chopped garlic himself. When we were done he put everything in the hot put then added some spices. He looked like a professional, adding this whisking that. I stood there and watched him do his magic, mesmerized.

Feeling my feet sore I sat up on the counter next to the stove where he was doing his magic.

"Tell me about yourself?" I asked causing him to stop on his tracks before turning to look at me.

"What do you want to know?" He asked.

"Anything," I said shifting a little on where I sat.

"Well my father was a mafia leader, my mother was a house wife. I was home schooled, beaten and punished. I only had one friend who helped me through everything as I grew up. He would steal food for me when my father had locked me away for weeks without food but he died months ago," he paused taking a deep breath.

Okay, I wasn't expecting that, I thought yet eager to hear more.

"My mom died and I killed my father when I was old enough then I took over the mafia since then it has just been me and the mafia, nothing else." He said continuing with his cooking like what he just said was normal.

I took a minute maybe two or just fifteen to process it all. I wasn't expecting that. I didn't know what to say or do.

"Tell me about the girl you wanted your man to kidnap?" I asked slowly.

He froze in his tracks like he'd been hit by lightning. I saw so many emotions pass through his face and I wished I could take that question back.

"Her name is Loala," He said through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous as if he was hissing. The stare he gave me shook me, there and then I was put in my place.