Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

A soothing breeze grazing over my skin made me stir in sleep. Without opening my eyes, I turned around and held whatever was around me. The soft mattress beneath made me moan in my half-sleep and pull whatever I was holding closer to my face. A familiar scent hit my nose, and then a man with a straight nose and black eyes flashed in my mind. The moment he called out my name, my stomach fluttered, and I couldn't help but open my eyes in surprise.

Why do I feel thousands of butterflies in my stomach?

When my gaze fell on the pillow I had been holding, and then on the bed, I remembered clearly I was on the couch before my eyelids closed. Then how did I ended sleeping on the bed? I glanced around and noticed Aryan was not around.

Aryan.

Never before had I heard a name that suited someone so perfectly. Yesterday something happened between us. I might sound crazy, but behind his monstrous mask, I could see a loner. I don't know what happened to me, but I realized one thing. He could have done many unspoken things to me, but he never hurt me, even in his anger. He was holding a gun, and with one click, he could have ended my life for speaking to him like that.

Instead, he pushed me away from him to avoid unleashing his wrath on me.

The way his gaze softened, looking at the bandage on my finger or when he finished the food I made for him, I felt my heart beating rapidly, and for once, it was not out of fear. Maybe the notion of seeing him show his emotion made me bold enough to wear his t-shirt last night instead of the satin slip he selected for me.

I sat up with his pillow between my chest and knees, recollecting the previous events. he made breakfast for me, promised me he could not force me, took me to the beach, and even sat with me while I was lost in making a sand castle. He didn't touch me or invade my personal space except for the kiss. He could have taken advantage of me in my sleep, but with the t-shirt still intact, I knew he had kept his promise.

That one night changed everything between us. I could feel his gaze on me all the time, but unlike earlier, it didn't creep me out. A chuckle left my mouth, assuming I might have seen a sliver of fear in his eyes that night. Maybe it was all inside my head. Perhaps he is still the devil I saw in the warehouse.

I wonder why he still wants me to spend a month with him when he isn't going to claim me. Nuzzling my face into the pillow, I sigh. This definitely was his pillow, with his scent lingering. My gaze fell on the jeans and simple t-shirt lying on the couch, and I shook my head, realizing it was Aryan's work. It was more modest than everything I saw in the closet the first night we came. Out of numerous revealing dresses, satin slips, and lingerie, I never expected he would ask me to wear this.

Aryan didn't come till the time I showered and changed. Although surprised at his absence, I walked to the kitchen and halted in my tracks. With his back to me, Aryan was flipping an omelet. Matt said he cooked breakfast for me, but I never expected seeing him in the kitchen would stun me.

"You look hungry, the way you are staring at the omelet," I was startled when he said with his back still towards me.

"I....I...always wanted to flip omelet like..that," I stammered, realizing I was getting better at lying.

Good that he wasn't looking at me; otherwise, he could have caught my lie easily. however, I felt he had already seen my lie but let me save my face by ignoring it.

"Where are matt and June?" I asked, sitting on the chair and glancing at the rest of the breakfast prepared.

Hashbrowns, pancakes, freshly squeezed juice, diced fruits, muffins, buttered toast, and tea. I gape at the food and at him, walking with the piping hot omelet.