We arrived home, Blake threw his keys onto the counter as I shut the door behind us. I didn't know what to do. I walked towards him as he stood in front of the window. The view, the cars, the lights. It was not only mine but his getaway. I stood beside him, my hands in his pockets of the joggers I was wearing. His hands rest on the back of his neck. Before his eyes travel down to my own.

My heart beats, it beats wildly. He turns his body as his forehead rest on my own. His lips slowly drag itself down my neck as I let out a soft moan. My heart beats. My pussy clenches slightly. My hands travel down his hair. He kisses down my chest and he rip the shirt that was once on my body.

Within a second I was pressed against the window; his hands hold my arms above my head as he kisses down my neck. He pulls down the joggers, then my underwear as he begins roughly rubbing my clit. I couldn't stop the moans that left my mouth as I was pressed against the window. The whole city of New York watching me.

"I need you...fuck I need you so bad," he whispers, I moan loudly as his hands slide around my neck pressing the back of my head on his shoulders.

"Take me then..." And with that, he shoves his member straight inside of me. A slight grunt leaves his mouth as he pushes harder inside of me. I let out short gasps. His body moving perfectly against my own.

His hands wrap itself around my hair as he goes in rougher. "B-Blake-ohm fuck...fuck...fuck.... I'm going to cum... I-"

"Hold it in." He whispers, he continues pushing himself inside of me. My breast leaked from my bra, pressed against the window. In that moment, I feel myself clenching as tight as I could before I feel his seeds dive through mixing with my own. I bend down onto my knees, grabbing his length before pushing it into my mouth. He looks down at me.

I suck him of biting onto his tip, he moans. When he moans, it's just a perfect as he was. From the tattoos to everything about him was just perfect.

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After a few hours of pleasures, we were laying on the carpet. My head in-between his arms and shoulders as my naked body was covered with a small blanket. My head peaked up and I watched him play with my hair.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too."

"I know you are going to leave me, but I need you to fight...please." He whispered; I know I shouldn't but I felt guilty. Guilty for those months I have missed with him. Who knew time would end so fast? I couldn't believe it. I was basically near to the end. I was near to death every time I sleep. I just want to stay, live with Blake. Have kids and get married before running of for our late honey moon after shoving the kids with my mum. I want us to grow old together and have our fights.

"I don't want to say I'm scared." I mumbled. I needed to let everything from my mind loose. I needed as light break from protecting myself from feelings. Blake just stared at me, listening. "Because if anything, I dont really care if I die...I didn't until I met you. You. I don't want to leave you; I want to be here and love you and take care of you and protect you and-"

"Princess, it's okay."

"No, it isn't. I shouldn't have fell in love, I should've kept away from you and I tried but-" I didn't even notice the tears were falling before he wipes them with a stroke of his thumb.

"But nothing, listen. Your fight may be over, but the thing you need to know is you fought. You fought...you fought for yourself and look at you know. Do you know what I see? I see a strong, beautiful and kind women. Amira, you're not leaving me...you are going to be with me. You are going to see the achievements I will make. For you."

"Blake..."

"Yeah."

"I really do love you...I just noticed; I am never going to have kids. I am never going to get married and walk down the aisle with my dad. I'm never going to graduate and be a mother. It hurts Blake. It hurts...to know that...my parents won't be with me an-" I just busted out in tears. But he stayed. I just vented and did nothing but vent but he stayed.

He stayed because he loves me.

And I love him.

Waking up from a god night sleep, I notice the other side of the bed empty. Blake was gone. I looked down to see a small yellow note stuck to his pillow. I let out a yawn and picked it up before reading it. His messy handwriting making it ever so hard.

Sorry for leaving you alone.

Also, pancakes are in the oven. Love you.

I chuckle throwing the note onto the bed, I stand up and sniff my hair knowing I need a shower. I walked towards the toilet when I notice a balloon. A balloon right in front of me. I raised an eyebrow, confused as I was I look inside and see something. I grab my hair pin from my head and pop the balloon. A small note flies of as I catch it within a second.

Have your shower after you finish...there is going to be another note.

Hint: Where we had sex last night.

Taking a shower is taking time for myself, to re-centre and feel my calm nature return. It is one of the pleasures of my day. I love the hot water. I love washing. It's a meditation of sorts combined with a boost for my senses. Showers are my mood elevator, taking me higher.

After changing, I walked into the living room. Where I notice yet another balloon by the window. My face blushes as I notice our ripped clothes. I pop the balloon and grab the letter.

Hint: You fell out of a window and into a bush.

Your keys are in the pot.

I was now locking up the apartment, with a huge smile stretching across my face. As I walked towards the elevator I hold onto my lip missing Blake already. It was a long drive back to my house, but the moment I parked in the driveway and slammed the door shut behind me. I notice my mother by the door as she holds out a blindfold for me. I raise an eyebrow.

"Mum what is going on?" I asked, she comes behind me and wraps the blindfold around my head. Her hands interlock with my own and the minute I stepped inside. I was being pulled up the stairs probably to my bedroom. My mother tells me I have to change but I can't see the dress so she's changing me.

My hair was being done by someone else, my makeup was not though since I wasn't allowed to see and none of them trusted me. Not like I even liked make up anyways. It's been maybe one hour and all I see is darkness. This dress seems to be long and tight.

"Alright, we need to get you into the car."

"Can't I just know?"

"Nope, sorry."

I was like a rag doll being shoved here and there; at the moment I am in the car. My hands were tightly held by my mum. My eyes were relaxing behind the blindfold.

"Mum please tell me," I begged.

"I can't darling, just trust us." She whispers. After a long car ride, we exited the car. I felt a song breeze hit me slightly. We walk down what felt like sand. Before I hear a song being played. My mother begins slowly taking of the blindfold and what I saw made my heart clench with thousands of tears.

In front of me was a wedding like venue on a beach, my friends were all dressed up and Blake. Blake stood a few metres away from me wearing a suit. Belle handed me flowers and my mother put a veil on my head. I noticed my brothers itching in their suits before my father stands in front of me. My head drops on the palm of my hands when I notice I was wearing a wedding dress. I couldn't stop the tears from leaving my eyes mostly in shock.

"May I?" My father whispered, a small smile portraying on his lips. I walked towards him and engulfed him into a hug. He chuckles in the crook of my neck as he kisses my forehead. "You look beautiful." He whispers.

"Thanks dad." I replied. He hands me his arm and I turn to face the so-called Aisle. I shook my head at Blake but I couldn't stop the smile that was leaving my face. Blake winked at me as we began walking down. I wanted to jump on him, I wanted to rip his hair out but I couldn't. Because he made my dreams come true. He made this special moment true. Here I was, holding my father's arms like a daughter should.

My short hair was brushing against my shoulders as we continued walking, when we arrived. Mt father kisses my forehead again and my hands were then interlocked with Blakes. "You're so stupid, you know that right?" I whispered jokingly. But ended up making everyone laugh. "You all did this for me?"

"Blake did this...he woke up at five in the morning." Belle interjected. Blake chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. I turn to face him; my hands slowly creep up his cheeks. His eyes. His eyes strike into my heart. I step closer as his hands circle around my waist.

"I love you...you know that right?" I whispered.

"I love you to..."

"You need to stop leaving me every time we have sex though," I whispered into his ears. He laughs and presses his forehead against my own.

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We were drinking, my parents and brothers left and now it was just me and Blake along with my closest friends. Tyrone was now dating Belle. I was basically married if you want to put it that way. Lorenzo and Maria are doing their thing and the others. More of what I could ever ask for. My hands were playing with Blakes fingers as I rested against his shirt.

"Who would've thought Blake?"

"That my bad boy energy has gone...hell I don't even know."

All of a sudden, I feel something hit my stomach. I dropped the wine glass onto the sand, the red liquid spilt everywhere. Everyone looked at me, I felt lighter. I felt sick. I felt like I wanted to vomit. I instantly tried standing, my head felt light. "Amira? Amira...babe are you okay?"

I lost senses in my legs; I fell backwards. Blake and everyone stood up, he caught me as I fell against the sand. My head was resting against his chest. He grabbed some water. "Call an ambulance now!"

"Amira, it's okay. You're okay." He spills a bit of water over my face, I felt like I couldn't breathe. My chest was tighter, my heart was beating faster. "CALL THEM!" He shouts. "Hey...hey Amore, everything is okay...everything is okay. Breathe for me...take deep breaths."

Then. That moment. I started shaking. Violently. More than ever.