At noon, I almost convinced him that I was feeling better and that he didn't need to be with me. It was an impossible job. But, he was convinced only to leave his guards behind. "Give me a call and I'll be on my way back to you," He said. Concern still clung to his handsome features. I nodded. He pulled me into a kiss. He made me feel alive. He got on his feet and did his cuffs. He grabbed his coat. My eyes never left him. He leaned as he kissed my cheek and turned to the door. A second later he was gone, tears lashed my eyes fiercely. He seemed icy at first, now he seemed more than anything. I didn't wanna name it love. I had feelings. The day wouldn't be far when I couldn't live without him. I slithered my hands on my cheeks. I sighed in defeat. I was pushing myself into a deep dark well. There was no way to come out. I felt a twinge of fear as my thoughts kept dragging me deep. 'Should I tell him? No! I shook my head. He would laugh at me.

I stayed in the office. I never hoped things would change so suddenly and fully. I wanted to stay with him. I needed some alone time to understand myself, and my feelings for him. I didn't wanna stay in doubt. I wanted to be sure. Trish's smile was idiotic on her face when Aerial told her about Edward's offer and her promotion, she deserved this. She's been with us from day one of our hotels. I glanced down at my ring. I kept telling myself to stay away from him, I couldn't ignore the pull toward him, it could be because I hadn't dated anyone. I did not know. I wanted time alone or away from him. I had told myself many times that anything between us could never work out, but I couldn’t seem to control myself around him. He felt like a magnet. I wanted to be with him. It could be bad or good. Only the future held the key to my answers. "We have Trish cover for us. What's you say? We should help Mom and Andria. They would like it," Aerial said wal

He pulled me in for a hug and kissed the top of my head before striding out of the room. I was already ready to go out. Mark was coming to pick me up. I hadn't told Edward anything. My phone rang. I swiped to answer, "Hi," I grabbed my clutch. "I'm waiting outside of your house," I heard his calm voice. "Yes, I'm coming." I headed out of the door. Edward's parents had invited us to the weekend. I wasn't interested in going when so much was going on in my life. I hadn't informed him that his mother wanted us to stay in their house for the weekend. Indeed, I didn't get the chance to tell him. My feet halted in my way when I saw Edward with Mark. I gulped and suddenly became scared as I hadn't told him anything. I felt his gaze on me. I walked over to them, "Hi," I said. They stopped talking when I reached them. Before I could utter another word, "I'm getting late for my meeting." He said. They shook hands. Edward slithered

I felt myself growing closer to him. My gaze didn't leave him. He was sleeping calmly. It was such a peaceful sight to see him. I couldn't speak my emotions, they were growing over time. I didn't want to keep my feelings to myself any longer. They were my strength now. But once they jumped out of my lips. It would be troublesome. He wouldn't accept anything more than a physical. I bent down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. I waited and he didn't stir. I pulled myself out of the mattress and walked out of the room. Everything was changing. I couldn't resist the pull. The wind ruffled my hair as I opened the door and stepped out. I planted my feet on the grass and stared up at the sky. I felt goosebumps on my arms. I folded them, pulling them closer to my body. The weather was changing. I needed to stop this, my feelings for him. He couldn't control me. I needed to get used to the fact that there was nothing in the future for me. I couldn't hurt

I just wanted to see him smile. I would like to hide my happiness to save it from bad eyes. It was hard when his sweet words kept running in my mind. He loves me back more. The bedroom door creaked open. I didn't need to turn to look at who. His cologne engulfed me before his arms curled around me. He planted a small kiss on my shoulder. It was a light touch of his warm and soft lips. It left a trace on my skin and sent warmth through my body. A part of me was scared she would take him away. I told myself over and over again that she would leave soon. Her being near my husband felt like a wave crashing on the shore. I didn't want her near him. All of those emotions swirled into a deadly concoction in the pit of my stomach. Mere thought tormented me. I pushed them away immediately as it was impossible. Yes, I'm possessive. Shouldn't I? We're married. His arms tightened around me. I couldn't help but draw to him. He nudged hi