The definition of a beautiful day would be today. The birds were chirping in sync, the trees were swaying lazily in the breeze and the sun was shining through the clouds mildly in my balcony.
I am a proud renter of a beautiful 2bhk apartment in a nice neighborhood with a park just a few minutes away.
My apartment is the coziest place for me. I love decorating and crafting my place as it gives me a sense of home and not just a wall enclosed place where I come for eating and sleeping.
The walls are a light shade of off white. The curtains are a contrast of funky and lively patterns and the furniture is brown. I love my room a lot. It is the place closest to my heart and has all my achievements as well as creativity bunched up in it.
Yesterday was a very unusual day. I don't know how I lost my calm but I guess Leila cheating was one of the things I didn't expect at all. On top of all that, the bet is still on my mind and I am honestly curious as to what would happen in the upcoming weak with Vlad, as well as a little uneasy.
Who knows what he could do? And the way my mind works, I could conjure a billion worst case scenarios in a very short time span.
I was currently doing yoga in my balcony and it was just 7 a.m. in the morning. I wasn't expecting any visitors or friends so my curiosity was justified when I heard my doorbell ringing.
I did not have any plans with Char, Lola, Jake or the basketball team.
After contemplating who it could be, I decided to finally haul my lazy butt up and go check who it is disturbing my morning time.
I admired the shining tiles while walking to the door and mentally patted myself on the back. Great job Maya, you are the greatest sweeper ever.
I forgot to check who was standing on the other side of the door in the spur of my thoughts and was actually very surprised to find Vlad Ruthollis-looking like a model wearing white t-shirt with rolled up sleeves along with brown jeans and his copyright smirk-on the threshold of my apartment.
"Vlad! What the hell? What are you doing here?" I asked, a billion possibilities running through my mind at the speed of light.
"Good Morning to you too Maya, nice to see you." He sassed back and I refrained myself from rolling my eyes. If sarcastic is what he wants, sarcastic is what he will get.
"Oh! You know, random people turning up at my apartment out of nowhere, even when I don't remember handing out my address to them, is not something I am used to." I replied back, clearly enjoying the morning entertainment. I just wish he could get over with this fast.
"Sassy, huh Maya? Well I love sassy ladies a lot and with a body like yours, we are a match made in heaven baby." He flirted and I honestly couldn't stop rolling my eyes at this. Even Nathan Bockstahler could flirt better.
"Vlad, I am honestly not in the mood for all this and-" The rest of my sentence was unfortunately left hanging as my neighbor squealed loudly and Vlad grabbed my wrist, pushed us both inside the apartment and locked the front door while slamming me against it in just a few seconds.
We were both breathing heavily, him due to the fast movements and me because of being taken off guard by his actions.
We were once again in the same position we were when we first met in the library. He is truly handsome but he is more than just a good face, and till I don't get it, I can be nothing but just be wary of his presence. His eyes were still as exotic as they were, maybe more now because of better light.
And everything disappeared, again.
His eyes were trying to asses me with a very serious expression, all humor and flirting gone, but all I was doing was trying to find the hidden secrets neatly tucked inside him. How can a person be this closed yet irresistibly charming? How can a person not love but have the ability to make everyone fall in love with him and never catching them?

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Love Of A Sociopath
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