It has been a tiring day with the factory visit and the journey, but as soon as I arrive at my penthouse, my heart is filled with happiness.

I glance at my wristwatch, knowing that I'm already late for dinner. The factory visit went longer than I expected. I told Nevaeh that I was going to be late, so I hope that she didn't wait for me to have dinner together. I don't want her to skip her meal because of me.

When I arrive at the dining room, I see Ian in the kitchen. I haven't said a word, but he doesn't need it to know what's on my mind.

"She was waiting for you," Ian says, making me sigh. "But you hadn't arrived, so she decided to spend time in the swimming pool while waiting for you to come home."

I nod and make my way to the swimming pool. My mind is filled with Nevaeh. Until now, it still feels unreal and too good to be true that she's here with me, that she's the one I can come home to every day.

I never felt so much happiness and fear at the same time.

Being with Nevaeh makes my mind -- and my heart -- go crazy. I keep wanting more of her. For the rest of my life, I want her to be the one I turn to when everything gets rough and the one I share with when something good happens. I want to be that kind of person too for her. I want her to be mine, and I want to be hers. I want us to be inseparable.

Being with Nevaeh makes me feel like nothing else matters. I'm no longer in darkness. She's the hope I've been looking for, but I don't know if I should hope in the first place.

I don't want to fall into the same mistake, but she makes me want to fall. Maybe I'm already falling, or maybe I'm already at the bottom.

I step into the swimming pool area, and as usual, the view is relaxing. It's a good place to chill and cure my tiredness while staring at the city lights after a busy day at work.

But right now, the view is even better.

I watch as Nevaeh swims toward the edge of the pool. A sense of calmness fills my insides in an instant, one that I can't find anywhere else. It's amazing that looking at one person can make me feel this whole.

It seems that Nevaeh is the center of my universe, but even that analogy isn't enough to explain all these feelings coming to me every time I look at her. She's everything good to me. My cure. My safe place. She's my heaven, and I'm so grateful to have heaven as my home.

Nevaeh climbs up the ladder to get out of the pool, and that's when I notice her wearing a white bikini.

I swallow. My pulse quickens. I always know that she's beautiful, but sometimes, the sight of her beauty is so torturing it hurts. It's not about her body, because if it only had been about that, I wouldn't have gotten out of my celibacy. Something about Nevaeh makes her look more beautiful than any other woman in my eyes.

Nevaeh still hasn't noticed that I'm here. My eyes still follow her, watching as she sips her mocktail. She sighs before heading back toward the water. She starts swimming again, and here I am, still frozen on the spot like being hypnotized.

For fuck's sake. I missed her. I've always missed her. Everyday.

I couldn't wait to come back to her, and now that I see her again, she makes me lose control.

With my fist clenched on my side, I approach her with long strides. I feel like a predator, but hell with that.

The moment she climbs up the ladder again, I bend down and pull her to me. She yelps, not expecting it. I push her down to the ground, towering over her.

She's staring at me with wide eyes, still shocked that I'm already here. Before she can open her mouth to say something, I kiss her lips hard and fiercely. She grips my arms, immobile in my hold. After a while, she tries to kiss me back but struggles because of how wildly I kiss her.

I stop the kiss, still grazing her lips with mine as I whisper, "Heaven, I'm home."

Her beautiful sky-blue eyes gaze at me, and I can see the same longing in them. It makes me want to hold her even tighter, to devour her.

I curse, unbuckling my belt and pulling my pants off. My other hand pulls down her bikini top, exposing her breasts without taking it off. I grope one of them, and a small moan leaves Nevaeh's lips.

I kiss her again, muffling her sound as I rub my hard dick against her opening. I don't need to take off her bikini bottom. Just a slight pull to the side is enough for me to enter her.

Still kissing her, I bury my dick inside her. Nevaeh clings to me, hugging me tightly. Her nails scratch the back of my shirt.

I start fucking her slowly, still muffling her moans with my mouth. We can't risk the house staff hearing us while we're doing this.

Nevaeh hooks her legs around my hips when I fuck her faster. She's thrashing under me, but I can feel her passion. She's holding me like she doesn't want to let go either.

She's kissing me back sloppily. Her body is shaking all over, too overwhelmed with what I'm doing to her. I groan, shutting my eyes. This need is so powerful, and to be one with her again with a feeling this deep makes my heart almost burst.

It's torturing that the more I become attached to her, the more I get insecure. I have no control over my feelings, exactly the way I've always feared.

Nevaeh's walls clench around me, and then she orgasms. But I'm not stopping. I still can't get enough of her.

I pull away from our kiss and stare at her. She's panting. Her lips tremble as she lets out a shaky breath.

My jaw tightens. "I'm still not done with you."

I cover her mouth with my hand, squeezing it. This time, I slide her bikini bottom down and push her leg up before entering her again.

My gasps and whimpers fill my room. Aiden and I are doing it again in my bed. He can't stop. I don't stop him. We're fucked up.

I thought that we were done after having sex in the pool, but then we're doing it again after taking a hot shower together.

"Nevaeh." My name slips out of Aiden's lips again.

Sweat trickles from his face as he keeps thrusting into me hard and fast. He's looking into my eyes with his watery ones, and my heart swells at the sight of him so vulnerable.

"I need you," he whispers. "Stay with me."

His words make me want to cry. Even though I'm already here and not going anywhere, Aiden is still having the same fear.

Does he not want us to ever be apart, just like I don't want us to be?

Will he never leave me despite the challenges we have to face?

Will he still say the same thing when he knows the truth?

Our hands are intertwined, and I take all of Aiden's pounding with my legs spread wide apart for him. He has hooked his arms under them, so there's nothing I can do but lie here on my bed. I've never felt so exposed.

"You're mine, Nevaeh. Mine." The last word is barely a whisper.

I nod before another small scream escapes from my mouth. Aiden is slamming his hips down powerfully to meet mine, fucking me harder.

I stare at his features, noticing how his jaw is clenched. His gaze is piercing, filled with desire and something else I want him to prove.

"Don't ever get away," he rasps, and I shake my head.

I tighten my hold on his hands. Our fingers are still laced with each other. I don't know what I should do to make him less restless.

Aiden shuts his eyes. "Nevaeh." His voice is shaking, and every time he says my name like that, I can feel my pussy clench. It's just too much to watch him beg for me like this. "Nevaeh. Be with me. Be mine forever."

I want to scream.

I'm here, Aiden. How should I make you believe that I'm already right here in your arms?

Forever is a big word, but I'm willing to do it. This feeling I have for Aiden is something that he may never understand. I'll fight for him, as long as he promises me that he'll never leave me too, that he'll never hate me.

"A-Aiden--" It's difficult to speak with the way he's pounding into me over and over again.

I shatter, cumming hard as I gaze into his intense amber eyes. A tear rolls down my cheek, followed by more. I keep staring at his hardened face while crying silently because of this feeling I need to let him know. I can't hold it anymore.

Haven't I decided to fall first? For him.

I need him to understand how I feel for him, to make him feel secure. He shouldn't worry about anything anymore. I'll never break his heart.

"Shit." Aiden curses, shutting his eyes again as he empties inside me.

I can feel his cum filling me. He pants heavily, and so do I. When he opens his eyes, the words are already at the tip of my tongue.

He locks his gaze with mine, and my voice is shaking as I whisper, "Aiden, I--" My chest rises and falls. "I love you."

I've finally said it.

This feeling for him has been kept for a while, stuck inside my heart, and makes it hard for me to breathe sometimes. I need to let him know how much he means to me.

Silence falls between us. We're staring at each other for long seconds, and he still doesn't say anything after hearing my confession.

His brows furrow, and a frown touches his lips, as though his mind is debating if he heard me right. What is he thinking about?

Does he believe me?

What does my confession mean to him?

Aiden sighs and pulls me into a hug. He buries his face in my neck, and my eyes squeeze shut as I hug him too.

He doesn't say it back.

I should have known that it's still impossible for him to love me back.

Aiden wants me, but it doesn't mean that he's willing to give me his heart.

I let my tears fall, and Aiden tightens his hold on me when he feels me crying.