Fo-no-fo-bia | Phono-pho-bia | /ˌfəʊnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/ noun: A persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of sound. #1 in the Phobia series. ___________ "M-my name is Baybi, what's yours?" I answer shyly trying to pretend the cake I'm icing is more interesting than his presence. "Payne." His voice came. Deep, husky, intimidating. I stopped for a moment before looking at him again, a small confused frown wrinkles my brows. "Pain?" I questioned. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat making my cheeks dust with pink. I looked down at the now finished cake that was waiting to be put away. I decide to watch the way his shoulders shake as he sobers up, the stud on his ear glistening from the rays the sun emitted. He looks at me with a smirk playing on his lips. My heart dipped in whatever blood that was circulating it as he leaned unto the counter, leaving a sinful amount of space between us as he spoke again. "I'm far from it baby, I'm worse." ***** #1 in cute out of 192K. #84 in romance out of 1.94M. #3 in protective out of 12K. #1 in naive out of 2.08K. #3 in possessive out of 6.14K.

Sebastian~ Dalia Romanov is an infuriating, complex, walking disaster with so many walls that I wasn't sure how she didn't walk into them. And I couldn't stop myself from trying to catch her every time she fell. Our first conversation was a disaster. Our first encounter was equally horrifying. And every day since has been a rollercoaster on the brink of derailment. That is until it wasn't. At least not because of me. I was about to learn more about the woman with the smart mouth and the two left feet than I ever anticipated. I just wasn't prepared for the nightmare that had been waiting on the other side of that door... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a companion piece to Crumbling Cakes and is not recommended to be read as a stand-alone.