Dangerous Desires

06

He walked back through the halls and headed back to my room. When he reached the door and opened it, he stepped inside. He could still see me sitting on the bed, looking down at the floor. He silently shut the door behind himself before walking over to me. He sat back down on the bed next to me and gently placed a hand on my back again. "Alright, the party is over, everyone is going to be leaving." He said, telling me that the party was officially over.

He gently rubbed my back again, silently trying to soothe me from the upset I was feeling. He silently looked down at me, he looked at my messy hair and smudged makeup. He felt bad seeing how I was looking right now. He leaned over to me and placed a kiss on top of my head, quietly comforting me again.

He watched as I moved closer to him and sat closer, he felt happy that I was coming to him for comfort. He continued rubbing my back while his other hand slowly moved to my cheek. He gently cupped my cheek with his hand, silently trying to get my attention. He looked down at me, seeing that I was looking up at him.

He looked at my face, seeing how my makeup was smudged and messed up. He gently rubbed his thumb over my cheek, trying to fix the smudge. He continued looking at my face, silently thinking that it was a bit cute how messy my face looked, but he kept it to himself, silently focusing on comforting me.

Before I put my face into his chest "I don't want any more birthday parties," I said quietly.

He gently wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, silently holding me. He was quiet for a moment, contemplating what to say to me before he spoke. "You sure you don't want to have any birthday parties anymore?"

"I'm sure,".

He had his arms wrapped around me as he thought silently for a few moments, he felt a pang of disappointment that I didn't want any more parties, but he respected my choice. He gently tightened his arms around me, hugging me as he spoke. "Alright, no more parties then..."

He silently held me against him. He could tell how upset I was over the whole party, he could feel how tense I was. He continued to hold me, silently rubbing his hand on my back as he tried to comfort me more. He didn't say anything as he comforted me and the room fell into a small quiet atmosphere. Just he and I silently sat together with only the sound of my breathing.

He continued to rub my back silently, his head was down, looking at the floor while his thoughts were going back to the girl that ruined my moment. In his head, he was still angry about what that damn girl did.

"Is it okay if I can spend the rest of the evening alone?" I asked softly.

He nodded silently and slowly let his arms slide off me, loosening his hold on me. Though he still placed a hand on my back. He looked down at me, looking me in the eyes while he spoke in a soft, gentle tone. "Yeah, you can have the rest of the evening alone if that's what you want."

The next morning, he woke up from bed. He sat up and stretched a bit before yawning lazily. He sat there for a moment before getting up and getting dressed. Once he was dressed, he began walking out of his bedroom. He wanted to go check in on me.

As he walked through the halls heading to my room, he passed by a couple of his other men along the way. A few of them nodded to him as they walked past, he nodded back to them as he continued walking.

After a few moments of walking, he reached my room and stopped in front of the door. He stood there for a moment as his mind went back to me, silently questioning how I was feeling. He slowly opened the door and peered his head inside, seeing that I was asleep on my bed.

He took a moment to look at me, silently watching me sleep. His mind instantly had a small warm feeling as he saw me quietly sleeping on my bed, he felt a bit relieved as he saw that I was sleeping peacefully.

He slowly closed the door behind him and walked over to my desk. His eyes instantly spotted my diary on the desk and curiosity filled his head instantly. He knew that it was my diary, but he silently contemplated if he should look inside and read what I wrote or not.

He was hesitant but his curiosity was growing immensely. He looked back at me, seeing that I was still quietly asleep on my bed before turning back around and gently grabbing my diary. He silently looked at the diary in his hands. He slowly opened it and began flipping through the pages, slowly skimming through them.

After a couple of seconds of silently skimming through the pages, he stopped on a page that seemed freshly written. His eyes started reading a bit of what was written. His eyes continued reading the page, skimming through the text on the page.

Eventually, he suddenly stopped skimming through the page when his eyes read a couple of words. The words on the page piqued his interest and made him stop skimming through the page, his eyes slowly read the words on the page as his heart skipped a beat.

'I think I am in love with him.'

The words slowly registered in his mind, he could feel a pang in his heart as he read the words silently. He could feel a sense of shock running through his body when he read those words, not expecting to read something like that in my diary.