Ocean

I awoke abruptly from sleep during the night. I straightened up in a sitting position and took a sharp breath. I wrapped my arms around my throat in a struggle to get air, then I removed the strands of hair that had fallen on my face and neck, suffocating me with their texture.

Sweat was pouring down, wetting my forehead. I can't remember the dream exactly, but the wild rhythm of my heartbeat convincingly told me it was something that shook me deeply. I only remember running away from someone and that in the end some hand from the darkness grabbed me by the ankles of my leg. That's where I woke up.

I glanced at Kaden. He was lying on his stomach, the muscles of his broad back shining under the moonlight that bathed him. The black ink of the tattoos stood out from his tanned skin and blended perfectly with the blackness of his hair.

He breathed evenly and calmly. I smiled as I ran my hands gently through his silky strands of hair. On one occasion, he hinted to me that he had trouble falling asleep at night. That until he met me he didn't even think he would be able to sleep peacefully next to a person in bed.

That thought created some warm feeling around my heart and I wanted to hug him tightly, inhaling his intoxicating scent. But not wanting to disturb his sleep, I just kissed his back tenderly.

The haunting thought of the dream I had recently experience flashed through my mind again and I got out of bed. I pulled on the robe that stood next to the bed and headed for the bathroom to wash my face with cold water.

I glanced at our clothes by the bathroom door and a mischievous smile lit up my face. I think my cheeks were burning, because I could feel the blush radiating from them at the very thought of what we had done earlier this night.

I bent down to pick things up on the chair next to me. I started to pick up his jacket, but when my fingers came across the cold black leather, my face frowned. Under my fingers I felt a foreign object from which my throat constricted, forcing me to swallow hard.

I turned my head cautiously to Kaden, who was still sleeping peacefully. I slowly lifted his jacket, shoving my hand into my inside pocket.

It was dark. The night enveloped my bedroom in darkness, but the smooth surface of the gun shone clearly before my eyes.

I quickly put the gun back in the pocket and left the jacket on the chair and hurried to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and let the cold water flow down the sink. With trembling hands I took a couple of swings and splashed ice water on my face. My face went numb from the cold just like all my senses. I was dumb.

Why is Kaden carrying a gun? Especially when he comes to see me?

The air barely filled my weak lungs, which struggled in agony to fill their wings.

A picture of my intrusion into Jaxon's office and the gun I saw there went through my head. What is this all about? Does every billionaire own and carry a gun? Are they afraid for their lives or are they intimidate others to be afraid for their own?

I suddenly felt betrayed. Insecure. Although I'm the one who betrayed them both. The feeling was automatic and despite my efforts, it didn't leave me.

I realized that I don't know a lot about the man to whom I declared my love and with whom there is a possibility of having a child. In fact, I know almost nothing.

''Are you okay?''

Strong arms wrapped around my thin waist, making me jump in place with a scream that sounded like a sob.

I looked in the mirror and saw my horrified face and naked Kaden clinging to me and nuzzling his face in my neck.

I muttered in approval of my inability to say anything else.

He started kissing my neck and gently removed the cloak from my shoulders with his fingers, showering them with kisses.

"Then why are you awake in the middle of the night?"

He turned me in a quick motion towards himself and looked me straight in the eyes, his fingers gently untying the belt on my robe.

I took a deep breath into the feeling of cold air that came trough the material that had now already exposed my body and the sudden feeling of warmth emitted by his body.

"I had a nightmare."

I told him looking at him penetratingly, Still with a paralyzed body.

''Is that all?''

His forehead furrowed as he looked at me questioningly. His fingers slid down my waist and stomach. His interrogation methods were tedious and intoxicating at the same time.

''No, it's not.''

I said firmly. It's time I started with the truth. I just hoped he was ready too.

"I found a gun in your jacket."

He exhaled and with a smirk, he moved away from me slightly, the heat of his touch left my body.

"And that upset you?"

He said with a dose of some calculation in his voice.

''Yes. I wonder why you carry it with you, especially when you come to see me. "

He ran his fingers through his hair, still looking me in the eyes for a few more moments. Then he looked away and stared into the distance as if thinking deeply about something.

'' See Ocean. . . ''

He fixed his gaze on me again, leaning against the dresser behind him.

"We can say that I am extremely successful businessman. Therefor there is danger lurking around every corner. If that danger becomes real threat I must be prepared to defend myself. "

I frowned at his statement.

"Then. . . Would you kill a man?"

His Adam's apple rose high and he tilted his head to the side.

''Yes. ''

He made a short and clear statement. One word and so many possibilities and ambiguities are hidden behind it.

He pushed his body away from the dresser and took cautious steps towards me. When he was right next to me, he raised his hands and cupped my face.

His warm breath swirled in my face as his laser-like blue eyes cut through the air to mine.

'' I want to spend more time with you. Let's get to know each other better. "

I nodded. It was as if he was reading my mind. I desperately wanted to get to know him better. But even more desperately I wanted him to get to know me too, and to expose my real self to him. bare and naked. Without taking off my clothes.

"Since it's already past midnight and it's Friday, my driver will pick you up after work and take you home. We'll spend the weekend together. How do you feel about that? "

I smiled at him I pecked him on lips.

''Perfect.''

We hugged and our bodies fit like pieces of a puzzle perfectly made for each other. I felt the beginning of our opening towards each other and it brought me incredible fulfillment.

"Let's go back to bed now, we have to get up in a couple of hours."

He said softly, intertwining his fingers with mine. We sank into the cotton sheets that creaked beneath us. He hugged me from behind, inhaling my scent like some sedative. As I sank into sleep my gaze fell on his black leather jacket on the chair.

The alarm went off and we got out of bed lazily, untangling our sleepy bodies. As I was getting dressed for work, he approached me and kissed my neck.

''I'm going now. The deal remains. You come to my place after work. "

I smiled at him and leaned into his touch.

"The same job that you'll quit after this weekend. . . ''

I opened my mouth to say something but his finger landed on them, silencing me.

"There is no discussion."

He kissed me and headed for the door.

"Love you babe."

He said and laughed mischievously.

I hurried, not wanting to be late for work. A sense of dread flashed through me. What I did to Jaxon is unacceptable. A pang of conscience ate at me. I didn't know how to look him in the eyes. How am I going to pretend I don't know anything  when I'm asked. Yet I work at the counter and I should see if anyone approached his office.

Since Kaden was with me yesterday, I didn't have time to think about this.

The elevator door opened. I went out and settled in at the front desk. The phone rang and cut me off. I picked up the phone slowly.

"Come to my office."

Silence. I hung up. I walked down the hall whose walls narrowed around me. Guilt always eats us before the punishment. Guilt is our biggest punishment.

The massive wooden door opened and Jaxon sat in a chair with his back to me.

"Ocean, take a seat."