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(The next day...)

<<Allura's POV>>

Maybe I've done the biggest mistake of my life or.... the best? Either way I can't do much movement to play with kitten but can think of best ideas to take Papa's company away from politicians and Nate's domain. For that i must do, I technically apologized so no work or car for the next week..... but that doesn't mean I can't buy his company. Can I?? That would be rude or ask so he can give it to me.

"Al are you going to eat or what?" Hayden scolds "I'm not a fan of deserts" I pout. "I promise it will be good it's tiramisu it tastes amazing" she insists, I roll my eyes and take a bite.

It's soo soft it's gross, I swallow it leaving shivers down my spine. I vigorously shake my head "bleh I'm never eating that again mark my words never" I announce and she laughs grabbing the plate "seriously how can you eat that" I ask making a disgusted face. "Try chocolate cake next" she suggested. "No thanks I rather have normal chocolate or chocolate cookies" i say proudly. "You are a disgrace"

"Can't we just buy ice cream, chocolate and cookies?"

"No" she answers, i frown at her.

"I'll go work now" I announce dragging my chair back. " no you should rest" Hayden says, lazily standing up adjusting her shirt. "I will at night it's still two pm denbell"

"What did you call me?!" She glares. "Call you what denbell?? The den part or the Bell part??" I tease earning a playful punch from her flustered self. I walk to my room closing the door with a golden note pad and a pen sitting at my desk facing the towering window opening the curtains to a beautiful city view.

"Ok the mood is perfect balance between comfy and work" I mumble to myself. Sitting comfortably on the chair and opening the note pad with my hand, I bit on the pen thinking of good functional ideas since I know that company like the the palm of my hand and the workers like my own reflection.

But it's crumbling everything is crumbling since Nate's stealing and judgement of politicians and businessmen. "Uh.... the economy department.... Nate was there" I trail off but shake my head. "Something less stressful" I mumble agreeing with myself. And get some work done.

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(Four hours later)

"I have brilliant ideas now... but something is missing in general" I mumble scratching the back of my head. It's quiet I pause paying close attention to the sounds, it's too quiet. I stand up and walk towards the door peaking outside "maybe they're out" I tell myself. Opening the door I walk towards the living room "Bell? Hayden?" I call out, I guess their out. "Kitten?" My last hope, of not being alone in this big ass apartment. "Kitten!! Come here boiii" I call walking to the kitchen. But the dog is nowhere to be found. "He's out with Hayden and Mark is working" a guy opening the fridge says.

He's wearing black sweatpants and a gray oversized shirt and no shoes, he is kinda matching my clothes, I'm wearing black jeans and white oversized shirt. I'm glad I never wore my engagement ring, I sold it the day after receiving it and donated the money. "Who the hell are you??" I ask shaking my head, he's back is strangely familiar.... his hair too....and voice.

Holly shit it's him! "Oh hi Lura we need to talk" he says walking towards me with a bottle of cold water on his hands. "S-Sinclair What the hell are you doing here?" I ask clearly bothered with his strange appearance all of a sudden. "Oh um, Mark said I could stay here for the night because we need to find a way to protect you and to stop being a coward and talk to the girl I like" he sighs looking at my face.

Why is he sighing I did nothing wrong... I guess but I don't need protection that's bullshit. "Protection bullshit, I'm perfectly fine" I scoff, brushing my hair off my face. It's starting to annoy me, I should tie it to a ponytail. But I have only one functional hand. He said the girl he likes? "Oh what girl" I trail off.

"You pumpkin. We need to talk like seriously talk if we don't I'll bloody hate myself more then I do" he says with a dark expression, but I had no idea of what was the big deal I wanted for my hair to come out of my face. "Sure just tie my hair." I mumble walking to the living room carefully sitting on the couch, he sits on the other pole that's not so far. "I'm sorry, really really sorry I know you must be hating me right now—

He starts with pleading eyes....watery to be exact "You are not much of a man are you??" I tease, he looks up at me. Oh he's apologizing because of the drinking hard feelings spree, oh I almost forgot. "You hurt yourself because of me and I'm sorry you should blame me, and I get it if you don't forgive me I don't need forgiveness to be honest—

"First of all I don't hate you unfortunately I never did" I trail of clearing the tension. "I hated myself for being gullible and easy to mess around it, I was sick of the feeling so I drank"
I sighed fanning my eyes with my hand so that I don't cry.

"What do you mean unfortunately?" He raises his brow.
"Well.... what you intended to do is unforgivable, plus sick and as much as I tried hating you for it and blaming for my actions.... I couldn't i fucking couldn't because that way I liked you more— and hated myself for it but I couldn't bear hating you when I clearly like you" I spill out tears running down my cheeks. "I hate me because I like you, end of discussion" I announce.

He smiles whipping of my tears "stop smiling, I'm trying to hate the way it looks good on your face" I shout he chuckles "it looks good Ah?" It was a rhetorical question of course I blushed and looked away. "I like how red suits your cheeks" he whispers in my ear, giving me goosebumps.

I push his face back and stand up it's already 6:00 pm, Hayden is not here and I'm super tired and hungry but I can't possibly sleep in these stupid jeans. I turn to him "we talked, now help me" I'm too tired to care what happens, I was too busy draining my brain before. "With what" he jumps up with his stupid grin plastered on his charming face. "Change, tie my hair and feed me" I pout.

"What are you five?" He teases. "I'm hungry and tired I can't sleep in jeans I can't bend down, if I don't get this thing off I'll rip your throat out" I say glaring at him.

"Looks like some people are super grumpy when tired" he smirks petting my head "shut it and help me" I whine.

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I'm standing with no shirt on, wearing nothing but my black bra. Elliot looks for my pjs. "Found it" he says happily walking towards me with my shirt and lose shorts, he looks nervous clearing his throat he puts the shorts on my bed beside me. "Fast I'm hungry" I whine starring blankly at his crimson red face.

The tension in the room doesn't help either, it's too hot in here. He carefully looks at my torso on to my back "this is why you can't get dressed alone right?" His long fingers brush the big scar on my back, I groan in pain and bite my lip "Yeah" he looks at my lips, then at my eyes. Carefully putting the shirt on me. And takes off my jeans  not looking at my bare legs what so ever.

There is sweat clearing on his forehead as he gulps and quickly puts the shorts on me, the hair was the first thing it's tied already. "I-I have to go I need a cold shower give me ten minutes" he quickly gets up and runs out.

Later I realize....

"Shit...

I just gave the poor guy a boner" I mumble looking at the door.

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A/N: shit will go down soon enough. So please be patient sorry but this chapter was necessary. I should have done Sinclair's POV oh well

Anyhoes gotta go eat pancakes until next chapter toodles

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