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Like an obsessed man he stares at his sleeping girl. It gives his beast inside an enormous amount of pleasure to see her sleeping in his bed and in his clothes.

His!

He watches her chest rises and falls in small steady breath making her look like an innocent child. He can't not stare her when she is this beautiful without even knowing it. She looks like an angel residing in her heaven and he aches to taste a piece of this heaven.

Last night was the best night of his life just like today is the anniversary of the worst day of his life.

Did she mean what she said last night?

Did she really love the monster like him?

How could she love him when all he does hurt her?

His fucked up past hurts her even though she doesn't know the half of it and he is sure his future will make her suffer too.

If he was any better person he would let her go but he is worst of all. Instead of staying away from her he made her his with no plan of letting her go.

Ever.

He can't live without her, he needs her to keep his sanity. If he lost her he will give in to insanity.

He can never loose her, no matter what.

......

'I love you'

I leisurely stir back to life when I hear a soft murmur of his voice. I don't want wake up stay in my dreams where he was confessing his love to me.

'I love you'

I snap my eyes open when the words finally registered in my brain and find his intense grey ones.

He is occupying an armchair by the side of bed with a relaxed look on his and I realize, he is not at all looking like a person who just confessed his love. I really must be dreaming it, I muse internally with disappointment.

I also realize that he was watching me sleep and instead of creeping out, I smile at him. It has become a habit of him to watch me sleep.

"Hi" I whisper.

He smiles back and my heartbeat quickens at its sight.

Would I ever get used to his smile?

He is all ready, showered and dressed up in gray shirts and black slacks making him look like an A lister actor. "Good morning."

"Morning." I mutter forcing myself to sit up and wince when at the sudden pounding of my head.

"Jesus!"

Groaning I grab my head to stop this terrible headache and hear Romero shift from his chair.

"Here."

Glancing up I find him holding a glass of water and a pill toward me. I eye the pill with weariness.

His sits on the bed next to me and forces the pill in my mouth. I take it reluctantly, "Take it. It will help your headache." He says removing hair from my face in an affectionate gesture.

"Thank you." After gulping the water down I give him glass and sigh inwardly.

He knew I'd having hangover and he was prepare for it. Sometimes I wonder how did I get so lucky. He is so thoughtful about my every little details. It makes me feel really special.

"I must be really drunk to have this horrible hangover." I grumble shifting a little to face him.

He looks exactly like this everyday but I have a weird feeling about today, like he is a bit closed off; like he is trying to control something and is having hard time doing it.

"Not enough. What do you remember about last night?" He raise his brows in question.

I frown trying to remember, "The club, drink, fight and oh, your hand. How is it now?"

I take his hand in mine and on finding his gauze removed, I scan it. It still need some care before it'd be good enough to use again, I conclude.

"It is fine. Tell me what do you remember next." He ask in tight voice.

"After that we came back to take care of your hand and then we-" I stop speaking abruptly. My face heats up on recalling how intimate we were last night.

And I, oh God, I acted like a wanton, moaning and gasping.

It felt so good that I can't bring myself to regret it.

His smirk tell me he is aware where my thoughts are but I notice his eyes are hiding a trouble look, "So you remember our good night kiss huh? I thought I would need to remind you again? What else do you remember?" There is something in voice, something akin to desperation and urgency that I don't understand.

"Then I fell asleep I guess. Why? Did something else happen?" As far I can remember after our make out session I fell in deep slumber and had a beautiful dream where we confessed our love for each other.

Am I missing something?

I try to read his eyes but he turns them unreadable, "No. Nothing happened. Why don't you freshen up and come down so we can have breakfast together huh?" His voice neutral, no less or more.

I scowl at the sudden change, no, not the sudden change, it was there all this time since I opened my eyes but he was masking it before and now he has left it open. What could it possibly be that has been worrying him?

I will just ask him later, deciding I give him a small nod, "Yeah. I'd just do that."

"I will be in study." Informing he gets out of the bed and door without bothering to look back.

I realize that this entire time he hasn't even kissed me.

After doing my morning routine I make my way to his walk in closet where I have some of my clothes but instead of my shirt I pick on his and put it on. I know he likes it whenever I wear his clothes. I have noticed the way his eyes light up in a pure caveman satisfaction. His shirt is huge on me so I tie in knots and jump in my jeans.

On coming down I see Martha working in the kitchen. I walk toward her, "Good morning Martha." I greet her cheerfully.

She gives me her warm smile, "Good morning, Ms. Ray."

I don't correct her knowing she wouldn't listen to me.

"Is Romero still in his study?" I ask.

"Yes, he has not come out."

"Okay thank you." I start to move toward his study but her voice stops me.

"I'm glad you are here with him, Ms. Ray. This day, I mean today has always been hard for him." Her voice is filled with motherly concern.

"What do you mean?" I question frowning.

What is today?

Her eyes shot up wide, "He didn't tell you?"

"What he didn't tell me?" I demand.

"I'm sorry but it's not my place to tell you anything. You should ask Young master, I'm sure he'll tell you." She is firm and I know she won't open her mouth. She is loyal to her young master.

Does it has anything to do with his mood earlier?

Determined to find the answer I march toward his office. He is going to answer me, one way or another. I won't take any no for it.

Not this time.

Without knocking I enter inside. He is working on his laptop. Sensing my presence his eyes run to me and shutting his laptop, he gets up from his chair.

"Good, you are ready. Come on, lets have breakfast. I have few meetings to conduct." He is avoiding my eyes.

No greeting, no smile and not even kiss!

I place my hands on my hip, "What's bothering you Romero?" I come straight to the point.

"What are you talking about?" He regards me coolly.

So he wants to play innocent huh?

Well I'm not in mood to play!

"You know very well what I am talking about. Tell me what happened today."

"Where did you hear that?" His eyes narrow in suspicion.

Now I have your attention, "It doesn't matter. What matters is you won't tell me anything thing about you!" I raise my voice.

Sliding his hands in his pocket he turns toward window and shrugs, "There is nothing to tell. I don't know where you got that idea."

Frustrated, I pace to his and grabbing his arm I force him to face me, "For God sake! Why can't you just tell me? Why are you always shutting me out? Why don't you trust me enough to share your problems with me?!"

Grey eyes flashing in anger, he snatches his arm away from me and takes a hold of my shoulders. Shaking me with a force he barks, "You want to know what is so special about this day right? Here is your fucking answer, today was the day my father died. He shot himself in his head and in front of me! I saw his life leave his body and couldn't even do anything to stop him!"

He shot himself in his head and in front of me.

Oh, my God!