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The morning sun was peeping through the curtains, waking me from my slumber. Last night, I slept with a smile on my face. I don't know if paella was the reason behind it, or that specific someone who cooked it for me. Hugging myself, I took a sniff from the old jumper that I'm wearing. Memories of last night rolled in, and I find myself imagining his hands wandering on my body. I wonder what is liked to be kissed by him, or to kiss him... does that matter? Couldn't say I've been missing you inner self but yeah I wonder that too, or you're just horny. Oh c'mon. I HAD to make an appearance when you decided to go on Ezra-vegenza. Ahahah! Lame. Now shut up.

Stretching up, I look over to the bedside clock which reads 6:05. I woke up an hour late but that doesn't seem like a problem, looking at the fact that I slept really late last night. Standing up, I start walking towards the bathroom to finish my morning routine. After about a good 15 minutes, I walk out into the room when a knock on the door stops me.

"Come in"

The door slightly opens, and comes in a middle aged lady wearing a white shirt and some black slacks. Her salt and pepper hairs were styled back into a neat bun, and she bore a motherly smile on her face. The moment her eyes fell on me, she clasped her hands together and gave me a full blown grin, "Good morning mam. I'm Patrica, Mister Ambrosia's househelp".

"Oh hello, good morning to you too", I gave her a warm smile, "You weren't around yesterday...", I said politely.

"I just arrived an hour back... went to visit my children", she says warmly.

I didn't know what else I should reply to her to keep the conversation going. Sensing my uneasiness, she straightened her shirt up and said, "Sir requests your presence on the floor above, mam".

"Now?", I asked.

She gave me a curt nod and asked me to follow her.

I simply followed her lead as we walked out of my room, straight into the hallway that consisted of mine and Ezra's room. Turning left, we walk in the opposite direction to that of the stairs that lead downstairs into the hall. On the very end of the hallway, there was another flight of stairs that led somewhere upwards. Soon I found myself standing in an open hall, that consisted of all the gym equipment onto my right side; while an open space that was more like a terrace garden, decorated with different plants on my left.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a shirtless Ezra standing in front of a large mirror wall, staring at me. I straightened up my posture and tugged at the jumper, pulling it a little lower, trying to cover my body with the already non-existent cloth. Without breaking his stare, he turns around slowly and walks towards the racks beside me. The way his body flexed while walking was enough for me to birth some inappropriate thoughts about him. As much as I try to have a control over all these feelings and thoughts, I can't. And now that we've had this mutual agreement on 'trying' to work this out, I'm actually finding it hard to not pounce on his flesh.

My train of thoughts were cut down, by a timid voice beside me. "Anything else that you want me to do sir?", Patricia asks politely.

"No... you can leave", Ezra said in a soft tone.

I looked up to see Patrica leaving; she gave me a bright smile that warmed up my insides. I took my time, turning around when suddenly a pair of boxing gloves were thrown my way. Hastily, I caught them and gave Ezra a questioning look.

"Show me what you've got", he smirked.

"Now?", I asked him in disbelief.

"Yes. A little birdy told me you like to box", saying he gave me a wink.

"Please do ask your 'little birdy' to meet me...", I said while air quoting 'little birdy' and then continued after a moment of silence, "he/she happens to know everything about me and has been feeding you with it since god knows when...", I dramatically let out a huff.

"No can do... now c'mon".

Without being told twice, I quickly wore my set of gloves, only to see Ezra wearing none. Confused by this, I ask him, "Where are yours?"

"I won't need them", saying this, he started walking towards me.

I couldn't help but back a little but then he gestured to me, to throw a punch his way. "What are you upto, Mister Ambrosia?", I asked him slowly.

"Go for it darling... unleash your madness", he whispered while nearing me.

The more I think I understand this guy, he throws a new tantrum my way confusing me a little more. Not wanting to be told twice, I threw my first punch, which he dodged easily. This was enough to pump me up and I started throwing a series of punches in his direction, without even giving a thought about if one of them might just hit him. Though none of them really hit him, as he was actually very good with his flexes and dodging them.

I don't know why it angered me but I couldn't stand the fact that he was standing there, smirking at my failed attempt. It was as if a switch flipped off inside me and I lunged at him, "Ezra!". I knew that me saying his first name would distract him, and the fact that I hit him square at his jaw was the prominent result for it. Just like that, a distracted Ezra was actually what I needed; because after that... there wasn't any going back.

I threw a series of punches his way, punching and kicking him on his torso; because the fact that I don't want to ruin his handsome face. To be honest, I felt bad because his torso looked in pretty bad condition with some red marks that were hand crafted by my punches, but he was the one who asked me for it. It was like a low blow, but I stopped suddenly when I noticed that blood was oozing out of his lower lip.

Quickly, I made my move towards him, when he suddenly held both of my hands. He twisted my glove clad hands around my back and pulled me into his chest. Securing my arms with one of his hands, he frees his other hand and dips it into my hip, while carcassing that area. The feeling of ecstasy was too much for me to handle and I found myself closing my eyes.

"So this is why you had your hands free, huh?", I whispered.

"My little cub", he said, clearly ignoring my question.

"You have red marks on your body, Mister Ambrosia"

"Is that concern I'm hearing", he let out a hearty laugh, "You're the one who gave them to me darling"

"You asked for it", saying I rolled my eyes at him.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?", saying he arched one of his eyebrows.

"Why? Are you going to spank me like Christan Gray?"

"Who am I to turn down this amazing offer", he said. All of a sudden, I feel his hand slip into my jumper, feeling the skin of my stomach. He knew that his torture was making me feel things that I probably shouldn't. I don't know what he was up to, but I feel him succeeding in whatever he is doing. The more I tried getting away from him, freeing myself, it was of no use; as I feel him slide his hand a little higher.

"What-t are... you doing... Ezra...?", I stammered.

"Look at me, Crecia", he whispered, while his hands caressed the rift between my breasts. I couldn't help but obey him and looked at him in a pleading way. In no matter of time, he leaned into me, with our faces just centimeters apart. I could see his eyes delegated, turning pitch black with hunger and desire.

Everything is happening so fast that I'm void of giving any reactions to it. It was no longer than thirty minutes ago, when I thought of his wandering hands, feeling every inch of my skin. I wanted him to want me in a way similar to what I do. Hell, if I'm being honest, this proximity and the fast pace with which we are moving, is worrying me. What if this doesn't work out between us? What if I'm not someone who he desires or what if I couldn't put up with all those expectations he might be having for his future partner? Or what if I'm not as good as the girls he had previously been with?

My insecurity always weighs me down. And right now it's the same case, of me overthinking and devaluing myself. I wonder what he is seeing in front of him... an insecure, broken girl or his possible future?

"If you ask me, you're far away from being the comparison with all the girls I'v e been with. They don't even match you in any way, Lucrecia... always remember that", he said sincerely and leans into me.

It was as though I bound myself with some magic spell, as I didn't dare to move or bat my eyes. Taking his time, he leans further into me, and draws in a deep breath when his lips are just half an inch away from mine. The cut on his lip made him look even more dangerous and handsome at the same time, I wanted to run my hand into his hairs, pull them tightly while I roughly bring his busted lips to kiss mine.

Somehow he heard that too, and he dared to close the distance between us. His lower lip gently brushed mine, as if a feather was glided across it. I closed my eyes in hopes of tasting this fine piece of God's artistry, but much to my annoyance, he pulled away after a few moments. It was at that particular moment, I felt something wet on my lower lip; I looked up at him and saw his blood smeared on his face, making it obvious that he marked me with his very own blood.

"Did I say that out loud?", I murmured but he somehow caught that too.

"I don't know what made you think all that... I don't even have any idea what went wrong in your past, your failed relationships maybe... but whoever made you believe that you aren't good enough for anyone, should get their eyes checked by some specialist.", his eyes bore into mine while he lets me out of his grip."You are the most beautiful person, inside-out. I don't actually know what is the reason for all these insecurities of yours, but all I can say is, give me a chance... let me prove that person was wrong, who planted a seed of self doubt in you, Crecia. Let me mend your broken heart... Let me hold your hand and shower you with all the happiness and love the world has to offer... Just let me be your man", he said slyly and returned me a smirk.

"Did you just quote Zayn Malik?", I couldn't help but giggle at the fact that he did just use the cheesiest song on me.

"I'm not a man of words darling, but what can I say... you bring the worst out of me"

"For a man of less words, you did say a lot. Also I bring the best out of you", I grinned at him but then suddenly recalled that he did not reply to my previous question, "So... Are you a Directioner too?!", I asked him while puckering my lips.

"What no", he says horrified, "That stupid website told me to use those lines and I happen to listen to a few of his and his band's songs"

This was enough for me to let out a loud scream, "You! I can't believe this", I started laughing when I paused for a moment and thought about what he had actually said, "What website are you talking about?", I arched my eyebrow at him.

"What makes you think I'll tell you?", he laughs.

"Oh c'mon "

"Nope"

"Did I just heard him say NOPE?", a voice interrupted us.

We turned around to see a gaping Leon string at us.

"Jesus! What did you do to her, you Gorilla?! Is that blood?!", he exclaimed dramatically while walking towards me. Leon held me by my shoulders, making me turn around while inspecting for any possible bruises, "Did you just beat my sister-in-law? ! I'm calling mom".

This couldn't get any more interesting because I knew hell was going to break on Leon. I could see fumes coming out of Ezra's ears, on the other hand, Leon was busy dialing his mother when suddenly his phone was taken away by his big brother.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE LEON?", Ezra asked Leon with all seriousness.

"Mom told me that SIL is staying here... so I came to meet her.", he pauses for a moment and then continues, "But then I heard her scream, and when I came running here, to save her from your wrath... she already... she already had a bloody lip", he said with sadness laced in his voice. "I'm ashamed to call you my brother"', saying this, he threw away the fake tears.

This was enough for me to lose it, and I literally sat down on the floor, clutching my stomach and laughing out loud. Ezra looked at me in a warning way, while Leon looked amused. "What's SIL?", I asked him.

"Sister in law", he gave me a cheeky grin.

I couldn't help but fist bump him while Ezra face palmed himself. A few moments of silence surrounds us, when suddenly Ezra hits Leon at the back of his head. "Ow what was that for?", Leon asks.

"You idiot! I didn't abuse your SIL, but instead it's the other way around"

I could see Leon's eyes bulging out of their sockets with this piece of information. "You did?", he asks me in a hopeful way.

I didn't say anything, but gave him a curt nod. Little did I know, this was enough for him to lose it. At the very next moment, Leon stands me up from my sitting position and gives me a tight hug.

"Holy shit! You're the best!", she exclaimed, "Finally! Someone is here to put the dog on a leash", saying he extends his hand for a high-five which I gladly respond to.

Little did we have any idea about the wrath we were about to face, we would have done this discreetly. But looking at Ezra, it looks like he is ready to murder us both and feed our bodies to crows. Sensing my thought, Leon looks at me and says,

"RUN FOR YOUR DEARTH LIFE!"

If Ezra spares my life, I'll continue the next part.... Until then, wish me luck!

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I know It's been soooo freaking long since I've uploaded. But the thing is, my uni lectures drain me out completely.Even though I feel like writing down, words don't come to me. Which is why I decided that I'll be writing down as much as I can during weekends and fridays. So do let me know if I should upload on those days or just write at that moment and upload on alternative days.

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