ANTONIO's POV After dropping Sewa's luggage back into my room, I went into mine and closed the door behind me, heaving a sigh of relief that I was able to stop her from leaving. She wasn't sure there was someone stalking her, but I was sure someone was; while I didn't know the reason she's being followed, I couldn't tell her that she had someone stalking her, it would only make her uneasy, I didn't want that.

I couldn't concentrate on my drive back to Antonio's house, I kept thinking of my meeting with Noah; I was just mad because I was tired and I didn't want to accept what he said about me being a dog. He was wrong for saying it, but I was more wrong for being rude to him.Over the past few weeks, I've been suck making bad decisions, acting out of place and basically doing things I wouldn't normally do. Everything that has happened was just too overwhelming for me, it's like a version of me that is horrible and I never thought existed came into play and took over my life. 

I felt like I was sleeping on the clouds; I was so comfortable, so comfortable that if I was a Disney Princess, I’d wake up with a smile on my face. I turned to the sleeping man beside me, he looked peaceful in his sleep, his hair scattered on the bed like a second sheet, he looked really beautiful, like there isn’t a time of day that he looked bad, at all.

That night, I decided to sleep in a separate room, not that anything was really wrong, but I just wanted to be away from him so I could think clearly, lord knows what staying close to him could cause. One touch from him and I'm bending all my morals, along with my back, for him; I did want that, but not at the moment.

It was Aliyah’s birthday, which meant it was time to party, which meant no work and no weird people. I had to keep my distance from Dan, I mean he looked harmless, but coming on to me like that was just plain scary, and it wasn’t something I wanted, like the fuck?