Hello there folks!

Some of y'all weren't notified about the previous update so please read that chapter first :)

Also today's quick shout-out to Reny (@Meet_bellow ) and her amazing work- 'Deeper into your Deep'. 

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Now back to where we left, we still have an insider to Mister Ambrosia's mind.

Happy Reading!

Xo <3

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Ezra

I had a feeling that something is wrong with her. The way she was pacing around her room said it all. Suddenly she turns around and goes back into her bathroom. Thankfully the cameras were well placed in the room that gave in the view of the bathroom if someone doesn't close its door. She turns on the tap and starts filling the bath-tub while looking at her reflection on her vanity mirror. Few seconds pass and nothing happens, which is why I decide to turn off her cam to give her some privacy when suddenly I saw her turning off the tap and immersing her cloth-clad body in the bath-tub. She was head down in water for a few moments.

I waited for her to at least get her head out of the water but when she didn't I rushed back to her room. I saw her lying lifelessly in the tub and picked her up in bridal style.

I carried her out of her bathroom, towards her bed and carefully laid her down. Her ragged breathing turns into a normal one and she flickers her eyes open. I find myself drowning into her black pools of mystery; even I breathe out a sigh of relief when I see her trying to sit up, with her back against the headboard.

Her dress is dangerously clinging onto her body like a second skin that is ready to be peeled off of her. She watches me carefully, taking in my every stare and every move that I'm making towards her. She then closes her eyes when she notices my right hand gets extended towards her jaw, to brush away her wet strands of dark hairs that were sticking onto her face. I traced my forefinger onto her jaw and secured her hairs behind her ear. I leave a trail of my touch towards her lips, guiding them down onto her neck for her to feel the heat of the moment.

She arches her body on my touches and lets out a small whimper. I then bring my finger and start tracing her shoulder and play with the straps of her dress. I let out a soft chuckle on recalling the stunt that she pulled just a few hours back, teasing me and my manhood in order to tie up her straps. I guess that is what alarmed her and she opens her eyes looking everywhere but at me.

I compose myself and take a step away from her. I was supposed to be angry on her, I should be shouting at her for acting so foolishly; but here I am, looking all smitten by her innocent beauty. I needed to overcome these feelings and focus on the real motive of mine. But instead, I find my walls falling apart by this beautiful creature that is sitting just a few feet away from me, having me wrapped around her fingers. I stand there, convincing myself that I'll let myself to her just for the night. I wanted to feel what is it liked to be desire someone, to hold them and lay their head on your chest. I wanted to lay my head on her lap, to feel the ecstaticity of her warmth and love that she has to offer. I wanted to feel the fireworks that jolt in my veins when I hold her in my arms. I wanted to kiss her, to savour her. I wanted to do things to her which I have never imagined before.

Yes, I had my fair share of women and have had sex with them, but I never had felt the type of chemistry I feel with Lucrecia. She is my solace, my sunshine that'll brighten up my dark mind. I know she is my only escape from my demons. You might say I'm being too girly to be swayed by these feelings, but I can't help it. I don't know if she is innocent of those accusations I'll throw her way. I have my doubts, but what I fear the most are those doubts turning into my bitter reality. All these 'what-ifs' mess up my mind, which I don't usually think about the consequences.

Lucrecia broke my reverie of thoughts when she got up from the bed, trying to walk past me. My once a cool stance was turning into anger when I recall the incident that just happened a few moments ago. I stretch out my hand and held her by her elbow, making her stand in front of me. She tries getting off my grip but instead I tighten my hold on her.

"What are you doing Mister Ambrosia?" she hissed in pain, "Let go of me" saying she tried to wiggle her hand.

"What the fuck am I doing? Serious Lucrecia?" saying, I forcefully pulled her into me, "You have the audacity to ask me what am I doing when it was you who was trying to commit a suicide" I paused for a moment, "...why the fuck did you do that?"

She hooted at me on hearing this and says, "Suicide? Me? Have you dropped your brain-cells again Mister Ambrosia?"

"I..."

She cut me off, "Oh wait is that concern that I hear in your voice?" saying she smirks at me, "By all means I'm really flattered Mister Ambrosia..." she pauses, "... you make a good husband material"

"ENOUGH" saying I pushed her away.

"Always a gentlemen" she murmured but it was loud enough for me to hear, "On the side note..." she walked over to the mirror and starts to undo her straps. She looks up at me in the mirror and the moment her eyes met mine, she says, "Would you?"

I walk over to where she is standing and push her wet hairs aside, revealing her bare back to me. I take the straps of her dress in my hands and take my time in slowly undoing them. I brush up my hands on her back when she speaks up, "It was one of my calming technique that was taught to me by my therapist".

I was about to cross question her when she said, "No stop. Don't ask me about it". She sighs and then continues, "I did not have my prescribed medication with me, so I thought of this remedy..." she chuckles, "... but you clearly thought otherwise"

She knew I undid her straps long back. With a soft smile she turns around,  holding her dress across her chest to stop it from gliding down her body and faces me with an amused expression lingering on her beautiful face. "I wouldn't die on you if that is what you're worried about..." she then gives me a soft smile and continues, "... but I'm glad to know that there's a part of you, just a little part, that cares about me. I don't know what you're up to or what you're trying to achieve by marrying me but at-least now I know that there's a small part in you that cares. You might put up an upfront in front of the people about your ruthlessness but deep down, I know that there's a smallest part that is forgiving"

She started to walk away from me towards the bathroom when suddenly she stops and says, "But that doesn't mean I'm warming up to you Mister Ambrosia. And I still hate you".

I stood there dumb-folded, not knowing what I should do. I don't know why her words pierced through my heart, wounding it in process. I knew better than to expect any type of love from her. She's right, I'm not capable of being loved or even being trusted. I tend to ruin everything that comes in my way. Every beautiful thing... even her.

She emerges out of the bathroom bare faced after few moments, wearing a old school t-shirt and some biker shorts. Her hairs were partially blow dried and secured in a messy bun on top of her head. It was a shame that she looked amazing even in this state.

"You can sleep in my room... since your bed is wet" I suggested her, gesturing towards her wet bed.

"Smooth way to get me sleep with you Mister Ambrosia" she scoffs.

"Sorry darling, but I'd rather sleep on the couch then to sleep beside you"

"Don't bother. This is your house...". She walks over to her bed and picks up her pillow and comforter, "... I'll sleep on the couch"

"Lucrecia..." she was starting to get on my nerves

"Oh c'mon. I can do well with couches." she paused for a moment and then continued, "Also I'd like to break the stereotypes" saying this she hurried out of her room.

This girl is something else. I need to be careful around her.

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Before you come at me, let me tell you I didn't forget to update but it was just that I was lacking some imagination as to how I can bring in this chapter.

Also I came to know wattpad was behaving notoriously and didn't notify any of you about the previous update.

Anyways.. how did you like today's chapter?

Do you think Ezra is warming up to Lucrecia?

What do you think he is up to?

Vote and comment your favorite part of the chapter :)

Have a good day!

Xo <3