In Your Clutches

Part 23: Mozzafiato Regale

ASHER

It was four in the morning. The whole house was drowned in silence. The only light that could be seen was the faint moonlight coming from the window, casting a shadow over Amelia's face.

I was pretty uncomfortable on the couch, which was definitely not meant for sleeping purpose. But I could still see her beauty from across the room. She was so beautiful that it hurt. Her light brown eyes were definitely the most expressive pair of eyes I had ever seen. They easily depicted her feelings, no matter how hard she tried to hide. All her tears, which she was never able to hide were all visible.

She was stunning and what she was doing to my heart was even more beautiful. And confusing. She was actually pure and good at heart that hurting her now made my heart ache in distress. She was so unaware of her father's deeds that sometimes doubted if she was pretending.

She was always so good with others and the worst part was that even someone like me could never give her any happiness. I knew I was always rude and an asshole to her but I couldn't help myself either.

Her big brown eyes drowned in sadness whenever I talked shit about that her father or annoyed her. And guess what? Now that made me instantly regret my actions. She didn't deserve the punishments for what was done by her father.

I was completely lost in these thoughts when she lightly shifted in her place. Her thin nose scrunched up a little and her eyelids parted slightly. It took her a minute and few blinks to get adjusted to the darkness.

"What is the time?" She asked lightly.

"Four," I said, and stared back at the ceiling.

"Why are you awake?" She asked in confusion.

"I couldn't sleep." I replied, stating the truth.

"Uhm... do you want me to warm some milk for you? It helps in sleeping." She asked sitting up.

"No," I said mindlessly without caring that she was caring for me. Me?

"Umm.... Anything else I can do?"

"No, just go back to sleep. Everything is fine," I said and rested my arm over my eyes.

She laid down but I kept feeling her gaze on me. If I didn't knew any better, she wouldn't rest until she helped me sleep. After all what else was to be expected of a medical student.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but failed to relieve myself of all the stress of this whole relationship. And this new me. There was a constant mayhem inside my mind, making me feel pretended to be asleep so that she could go back to sleep. I wanted to be alone for some time and her constant scrutiny was panicking me. After some ten minutes of poor acting, the sound of her harsh breathing softened and I took a peek at her sleeping figure.

Slowly and silently, I made my way out of the room and closed the door behind me as silently as possible.

I needed some space.

Some time to think.

Some time to process what was going on.

So I made my way up to the rooftop terrace.

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I could feel wind on my face, we were standing in the balcony. Zio had already left, probably when I had been busy with my thoughts. I diverted my mind and started thinking about the pendrive we lost earlier. Our mission failed.

Carelessness. What budged me even more was that I couldn't decipher who stole it. Or what happened that it got lost.

My instincts told me that we got it lost on the way back. There was no use of asking Marco about it since he was firm about his answer.