The alarm beeps wildly beside me, interrupting my heavenly sweet sleep. I groan in displeasure and without opening my eyes reach for the nightstand to switch it off. When I grab hold of the alarm clock, I realize that it's already off. Then where the hell is the sound coming from? I squint in irritation with the bright sun rays falling over me and look around to find the source of the noise. I move my head a bit and realize that it's coming from my phone. It's my phone which is sounding loud lying on the other end of the nightstand.

Who the hell is calling so early? I don't know about others, but for me, early morning sleep is very precious. I can't afford to let go of it. So I sunk into the pillow, ignoring the call. I close my eyes as drowsiness takes over my lazy ass. Fuck! I get back to the dream which I left halfway. I was having an amazing dream. A dream about kissing Christopher. Yes, I was kissing him and luckily he was kissing me back. This kiss was so different, nowhere close to normal. It was all hot and passionate. I have never felt anything like this in my entire life. His lips were so soft and delicious that I could keep kissing him all day. His hands wrap around my waist as I deepen the kiss.

And then suddenly something hits me like a hard brick. Wait! If I am not mistaken, it wasn't a dream; It was real. I quickly open my eyes. I then realize that it was something that happened yesterday. I freaking kissed Christopher last night and now I am dreaming about it? Why did I kiss him in the first place? I am glad that he didn't follow me to my room yesterday. I expected him to come to me and question me why the hell I kissed him. But I guess it wasn't a big thing for him.

Why am I even thinking about it? I have literally lost my sanity. Nicole, you have lost it completely. I turn my head, coming out of my stupid thoughts and find my phone still ringing. I instantly grab it and see that it's from Peter. Why is he calling so early in the morning?

I immediately press the answer button.

"Good morning, Nicole!" I hear his voice from the other end.

"Morning, Peter," I reply.

"Hope I didn't disturb you." He then says.

"No...Peter. You didn't." I tell him groggily.

"I called you to ask if we could meet today?" He speaks. "Only if you are free?"

"Today?" I question him instantly.

"I wouldn't take long. I just want to talk about something with you." He says sounding a bit nervous.

"I didn't intend to disturb you today. I thought of meeting you tomorrow but the thing is I would be having a packed schedule from tomorrow so it would be better for me if I get to see you today." He adds hesitantly.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" I ask him, confused by his sudden nervousness.

"I can't tell that over the phone. I want to meet you and discuss it."

"Errr...Okay then." I say.

"Thank you. I'll pick you up from your clinic."

"Sure. See you then."

What is it that Peter wants to talk about? And why did he sound so nervous? I hope everything is good with him.

After ending the call, I glance at the clock and see it to be 9 AM already. Shit! I am going to be late for the clinic. How did I sleep so much? I usually wake up early. What the hell happened today? It's probably due to that stupid dream. Why the hell I was dreaming about Christopher? Nicole, stop thinking about Christopher, get a fucking grip!

I hurry to the bathroom immediately. After having a quick shower, I wrap the towel around me but before stepping out I peek through the door, slightly opening it just to check there isn't anyone. I remember what happened last time when I came out after the shower. Christopher was here in my room and it had been real trouble to get him out of here. But I must say I enjoyed the trick that I used to throw him out of the room. He literally broke into my room thinking something happened to me while I was just taking a bath. I mean, seriously? Who does that? I quickly change into a white top and jeans.

After drying my hair, I head down to the kitchen carrying my handbag. When I reach there, I stop dead in the track as I see Christopher flipping pancakes. Holy shit! I notice that he is still shirtless as he effortlessly flips a pancake and catches it instantly. For a moment I think I literally drooled looking at the flexing muscles on his back. Why the fuck he has to look all sexy in the morning? This is so fucking disturbing! Fuck! Is he doing that on purpose? Why is it so hard for him to put on a shirt?

I get there and without making any noise take a seat at the dining table. I now realize why Becky was so smitten taking a picture of Peter's back. I don't know about Peter, but watching Christopher from behind is actually a delightful show. His hot body looks so amazing that I could literally jump onto his back like a chimpanzee. Wait! What am I saying?

He turns around and his lips curve into a smile when he catches me staring at him. I immediately divert my gaze and pretend like I wasn't watching him.

"So you are here?" He says. "I made breakfast for us."

I don't look at him trying to ignore his presence. Why the hell I even came down when I wanted to ignore him?

He brings two plates with pancakes and places one in front of me. He then goes back and I instantly steal a glance at him. He grabs the maple syrup from one of the cabinets and brings it to the table. He pours some onto the pancakes, looking at me.

"Thank you," I tell him without looking at him and start stuffing the pancakes into my mouth, ignoring the fact that he is just sitting opposite me. Oh my god! These are so good! How the hell he is so good at cooking? I want to ask him, but then I stop because I don't want to sound ridiculously curious.

After a moment, I slowly raise my eyes from the plate and find Christopher watching me in amusement as I eat like a hungry bear. My vision then darts towards the bandage over his chest.

"How are you feeling now?" I ask him slowly.

"I am feeling much better." He says with a bright smile on his face as he takes a bite from his plate. This is so not fair. Here I am gulping two pancakes so unladylike at the same time and he is sitting opposite to me nibbling on small bits like a fucking squirrel trying to make me feel embarrassed. This level of subtlety is truly not appreciated. Anyway, I don't care. My love for food is above all.

We sit there in silence for some time and after a long pause; he says.

"2 years ago when I was in Spain I met with an accident." I look back at him and see that his demeanor has changed completely now. A hint of sadness appears in his grey eyes. I frown in confusion at hearing him. What is he saying? Did he meet with an accident? How did that happen? What happened after that? Why the hell are you curious about it, Nicole? You have nothing to do with him. Don't listen to him. He closes his eyes for a moment and when he opens them, his face appears emotionless as he continues. "I was in a coma for four months. And when I recovered, I realized that I lost my memory. I didn't..."

Yes, I should not hear him. I don't care what he is been through. I have nothing to do with him. Listening to my inner voice, I cut him off before he completes it. "Why are you telling me this?" I ask sternly.

"Because I want you to know me. I want you to trust me." He says looking taken aback by the directness of my question.

"I don't need to know you." I instantly spat.

He furrows his eyebrows. "So are you just gonna pretend that you never kissed me?" He asks out of nowhere, making me choke on my pancake.

I cough looking at him and then get back to digging into my pancake without acknowledging his question.

"I am talking to you, Nicole?" He says raising his tone to get my attention.

"What?" I ask him with a scowl on my face.

"Are we going to talk about what happened yesterday?" He gazes at me in desperation.

I pretend to think for a minute. Do I want to talk about it? Definitely not. "No," I say.

"Why the fuck not?" He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Because there isn't anything to discuss," I say, trying to be calm. "I kissed you and you kissed me back. End of the story."

"And why the fuck you did that?" He instantly shoots back at me. Why the fuck is he asking so many questions?

Come on, Nicole, give him a fucking answer. "I just caught up in the moment," I say, shrugging. "And why the hell are you complaining about it? You wanted that, didn't you? Weren't you trying to get some action from me for the past few days?" He looks utterly surprised by my accusation.

"You got it now, you should be happy with it," I add, looking back at my plate.

"You are fucking unbelievable!" He says as if he is literally on the verge of screaming. "Why are you doing this? First, you say you have nothing to do with me, you don't want to be friends with me, and the next day you freaking kiss me?"

"How does that work, Nicole?" He sighs in exasperation, looking at me straight.

"It's just a kiss, Christopher. Get over it." I sigh. "Your miserable ass needed it, so I gave you. You should be thankful I did you a favor." Shit! What did I just say?

"What the fuck you are talking about?" He asks with a bewildered expression.

"And don't expect anything more than this because you ain't gonna get it," I tell him in a blunt tone.

"Are you serious?" His eyes pop out in absolute shock.

"Why are you freaking out so much? I am sure you would have been kissed by a lot of girls. This wouldn't be new for you." I tell him.

"But no one has ever left me after a kiss like that." He drawls with vexation evident in his tone.

"I don't care about your fucking ego, Christopher." I retort.

"Do you even hear yourself? You are talking bullshit, Nicole." He groans in annoyance.

His eyes then scan my face intently, and I look away in nervousness.

He leans back in his chair, still studying me. "I know why you did that. I know that you are attracted to me otherwise, why would you kiss me?" He says calmly with a smirk, trying to provoke me.

"No. I am not attracted to you." I snap my eyes back at him in shock.

"I kissed you to let you know that you can never get anything more than this. Because I am not falling for your fucking trap, Christopher." I continue trying to pull up confidence in my tone.

"I know the extent of my self-control," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"So you are saying that you kissed me not because you wanted to, but because you wanted to prove that you have great self-control?" He scoffs, raising his eyebrows.

"That sounds ridiculous, Nicole." He shakes his head in denial.

"Why are you doing this? I don't believe that you don't feel anything for me." He says leaning forward towards me.

"It doesn't matter what you feel or not." I bark without knowing. I stand up and grab my plate angrily and walk towards the sink. That's it! I can't continue with this conversation. I wash my hands and when I turn around, I am startled to see Christopher standing right in front of me.

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that you are attracted to me?" He says in a low growling voice.

"I already told you that I am not," I say.

"You are lying, Nicole." He states angrily.

"No..." I tell him, trying to boom my voice with authority.

"You are fucking lying to yourself. What is it? Huh? What are you afraid of?" He asks, moving closer to me.

"Are you afraid of falling for a gangster?" A wicked smile appears on his face as he asks in a low tone with his eyes growing a darker shade of grey.

"I am not afraid of anything," I say in my defense.

"And I am not a liar. You are a liar! You fucking promised me that you'll let me go and then you never showed up. I fucking don't trust you!!!" I yell at him, losing my patience.

He looks at me in confusion and then after a minute his expression clears, telling me that he realized what I was saying. I was referring to the time when we first met. The time when he came to my room and said he would help me get out of there when I was kidnapped. But then he fucking didn't show up for 5 days. Does he have any explanation for that?

"Yet you allowed me to stay with you. And see, now you are living with me. You believed that I'll protect you. It's because you trust me. You can't lie to yourself." He says giving an unexpected reply. "Accept Nicole that you have feelings for me." He adds with a cocky smile crossing his arms.

"Fuck no!" I shout.

"You are a pathetic liar. You are trying to run from your own feelings." He responds with rudeness enveloping his tone.

"I am not a liar." I scoff agitatedly.

"Then fucking prove it." He demands boldly.

I look straight into his gleaming eyes. Fucking bastard! I am going to slap that smirk out of his face. "Let me prove it."

I hiss before grabbing him by his collar and crashing my lips against his. He stumbles back by my sudden attack, but then composes himself back as he begins to kiss me. I kiss him hungrily and he doesn't protest. His mouth tastes sweet with the hint of maple syrup that we had. My hand goes behind his back and I instantly flip us, pinning him now against the counter. His hands curl around my waist as he pulls me closer. I thrust my tongue into his mouth harshly, gripping the nape of his neck. He tries to take over the lead but I don't let him. He then moves a bit forward and his hands travel down to my ass as he hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist deepening the kiss. I know how shocked and affected he is by my action. Now it's time to take it to next level. Fuck! This is so inappropriate to do, but I just don't care. I slowly start rubbing myself against him as I kiss him hard. He lets out a frustrated groan in my mouth, becoming hard. I moan softly when he responds to me jerking forward. I feel a sense of satisfaction when I sense his erection ready to rip through his pants. After a moment, I pull back biting his lower lip. I look into his eyes confidently as I gyrate my hips against him. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he gives me a pained look.

"I am not afraid of anything. Do you hear me?" I lean forward and whisper in his ear without stopping my movement.

"Watch it, Nicole. It might lead to me taking you right now against this kitchen counter." He says panting heavily.

I pat his cheek gently and say. "Or you might end up jacking yourself off for the rest of the day," I smirk getting off of him. As I grab my bag from the table and make my way out, leaving him in a stunned state behind me.

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