His Only

Chapter 8

Late night Ricardo's presence wasn't found and for Klaire; she felt scared —she supposed— and she didn't understand why. She refused to go to bed that was until she heard the noise of the furthest bedroom door opening, however, she didn't want to go either thinking if it was some evil man coming to kill her. So, she stayed in bed the whole night, sleeping on and off, but most importantly staying on high alert which also included whenever the fan would creak causing her to wake up from time to time during the whole night.

Exhaustion was evident and her lack of sleep was clearly shown in her eyes, she looked worse than a student getting her doctorate. When her phone rang she picked up to great Amy's charming voice. Against her will, she lied about feeling under the weather and skipped the day.

If only Klaire had been aware of every call and lie she had told, poor Amy would have blamed herself even more, thinking it was her _Amy_ fault that Klaire was avoiding her and not coming to the University.

Waking up at half past 12, Klaire grabbed brunch and just so happened to run into Emily, who was craving some ice cream, the two talked for some time until Klaire looked at the time,

"Where is Ricardo?" Klaire asked putting her dishes away,

"He hasn't woken up yet. I'm guessing in his room" Emily says leaving the kitchen cause she knew Klaire was going to speak with Ricardo. Klaire asked a maid to show her where Ricardo's room was —certain things she was still getting used to.

KNOCK KNOCK*

"Entrez" His morning gruff voice replied. Klaire opened the door came inside and closed the door, she was about to start talking but gasped; Ricardo stood by the bathroom door, his towel wrapped dangerously low, flexing his muscles, Klaire found herself checking him out when he smirked noticing her expression,

"Like what you see Amour?" he flirted, within a split second Klaire covered her eyes turning the other way,

"Why would you tell me to come in if you're naked" she scolded, her hands not leaving her eyes, he chuckled, his hot breath brushing against her shoulder, drops of water falling onto her face as he towered over her,

"I've covered the necessary part, but if you're not pleased I don't mind removing it" he said giving her a light kiss on her neck, she shivered at the tease, her shoulders rose to withhold herself and she felt him backing away and watched him walk into the closet later on coming out with just a pair of pants,

"You can look now" he says, Klaire turns around her hands glued to her eyes, she peaks through and sees him shirtless, closing them once again,

"You're missing a top part"

"il y a dehors" _it's hot outside_ he complains,

"Fine" she mutters removing her hands, he sits on the sofa gesturing for her to sit next to him, she hesitantly takes it, sitting down, "I have thought it through" she says not wasting a second, cause once she says it, that's it. She can not back away.

"About?" he questioned with a raised brow,

"I am willing to start over. But under a few conditions" She adds soon after. He groans nodding his head ready to hear it,

"I'll get to know you, but I don't want the public to see me. Since you're like Italy's top bachelor, they're going to be all over me if they see me with you. I don't want them to see my face" 

While keeping her identity a secret she played a crucial part when keeping it a secret. The public even getting a glimpse of her face would get all the news and soon enough might dawn on her father that she was in Italy —that too with Ricardo.