I turned around on the very soft surface I was lying on, sniffing in the warm air around me. Everything felt so nice, cool, fluffy, and smelt so amazing. I felt like I was floating in a garden, I definitely must be in heaven. So I made it to heaven after all. Take that, you stupid kidnapper. I'm sure he'd rot in hell.

A smile graced my face as I could hear beautiful angelic voices, soothing my body and soul. This was indeed heaven. See, getting kidnapped and killed wasn't bad after all. I cuddled myself deeper into the warm encasing around me, trying to see if that would ease the tiny headache I felt a little.

Wait a minute.

I thought people no longer feel any pain after dying. What's going on?

I opened my eyes slowly to observe my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the white ceiling above me. There would obviously be ceiling in heaven, wouldn't there? Looking around, I also realized that the fluffy thing I was laid on was, in fact, a bed, and the fluffy encasing was actually a duvet. I scanned the room and I was really sure I must be in heaven, the room was absolutely beautiful. The whole room was white along with the draperies.

I became alert the moment I felt the bed dip at the edge and turned to look at my side to behold a very beautiful creature staring down at my face. He definitely must be an angel, that is, if angels wore suit, glasses, and were aloud to wear stud. And what a beautiful angel it is, an angel that looked so much like Ademide. God must be trying to ease off my broken heart by giving me this angel. He even made the angel wear glasses like Ademide did whenever he wanted to work.

"I see you're awake." The beautiful angel said to me in the most calming voice ever, moving closer to touch my face. "How do you feel? You must still be having a little headache."

It was at this point that everything actually set in. I looked around me one more time, I was still in the beautiful room but I was damn sure now that I wasn't in heaven because I saw the speaker that the soothing music was playing from, and the AC that made everywhere so cool. I turned back to face Ademide.

"I'm not in heaven, am I?" I asked quietly, not wanting to increase my headache.

Ademide chuckled, looking as though he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "No, you're not."

I blinked. "Then I'm not dead."

He gave me a once over, a mischievous look playing on his face. "You look more than alive to me."

Hearing this, I could only come up with one annoying explanation. Everything all made sense now. The guy following me last night hadn't actually seemed like someone who was too keen on the job he was doing.

"So you had me kidnapped," I stated, accusation lacing my tone.

Ademide hesitated a bit, then grinned. "That I did."

I lost it at that point. I couldn't care less if my head pounded till eternity. "How dare you!" I threw off the duvet and made to grasp him by the neck. That was when I noticed what I was putting on. I was in nothing but a white shirt, a white shirt that definitely belonged to him. "You changed my clothes!"

"The one you were wearing didn't look so comfortable to sleep in," he said with a very annoying smile. A smile that I was soon going to wipe off his face.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" I yelled, hitting him across his arm. "What made you think you could kidnap me without my consent? Do you know how scared I was."

Ademide laughed. Like really laughed. He took off his glasses and put them neatly into the case before placing me under his very alluring gaze. "Who told you kidnappers usually send a letter of approval to their victims before kidnapping them?"

I scoffed, realizing there was no point talking to him. I glanced around the room, trying to find my bag. "You just wait till I report this case to the police. That stupid smile would be off your face instantly."

I got off the bed immediately. I sighted my tote bag on a couch at the far end of the room, but before I could make my way there, I felt strong arms pull me down. I tried to squirm out of his hold, but all he did was cage me beneath him, pressing his body into mine. I closed my eyes immediately, trying to shut off the spark of desires I felt running through my body at that moment. This wasn't really the best position for me. The crazy guy obviously knew I had low self-control when it came to him, and he was playing the card well.

I looked up at Ademide, anger coursing through my veins. "Let me go!"

"I don't want to," he said, adamant. "If this is the only way I can get you to listen to me, then I'll willingly take the chance."

"Let me go this instant!" I yelled, kicking and hitting him with all the strength I could muster. It really was no use because the guy was stupidly strong.

"You really are the most stubborn lady I've ever met," he said, grabbing my hands and pining them over my head with one of his hands. Then, I trailed the second hand over my body, making a stop at my waist to tinkle my waist beads. Clearly, his waist beads fanatic hasn't stopped, shooting bigger sparks through me. I tried to tamper down those wilding parts of my body, but what could I do if it was every part of my body that reacted to him this way. "My stubborn short screamer."

Oh gosh, when he called me that, and in that voice of his, I totally lose it, and he knew this too. He used that moment of weakness to place a tiny little kiss on my neck, I bit back a moan at the contact, wanting every bit of of him and what he was going to do to me. He moved his head downward and placed a kiss on one of my breasts, nipping at my nipple through the material of the shirt I was wearing, thus eliciting a loud moan from me.

"I see you still can't help yourself, can you?" Ademide asked, bringing back memories of that night that night on my Mum's couch on the the first day I met him. A cute smile was playing on his lips as he watched my face, probably enjoying every bit of conflicting emotions he could see on it. "Well, I can't either."

And in that instant, he jammed his lips over mine. And like the fool I was, I opened up my mouth for him immediately, hungry for his kiss as much as he was hungry for mine. I let out a low moan as I felt that amazing feeling course through my vein, I really did miss this.

"I missed you so much, I missed doing this, I missed everything about you," Ademide said against my lips as though reading my mind. He slightly bit my bottom lip, running his hands over my body, but by then, I already felt cold.

I pulled out of the kiss and used my now free hands to push him off me. I saw a pained look pass across his face as he steadied himself, but I didn't care, I wouldn't let him do this to me anymore. I sat up on the bed and pulled the duvet over my body.

"What's happened now?" He asked.

I looked up at him. "You want me to just give my body to you, just like that. I know that's the reason you're doing all this, but haven't you considered how that would make me feel."

Ademide looked confused and frustrated. He looked as though he'd give anything to be out of this situation. "What do I have to do to make you believe I'm not just back for your body?"

"There's nothing you can do because it's the truth!" I snapped.

"But it's not the truth!" He explained, still in that calm voice.

"Then tell me what you were doing all these past months, why haven't you tried to reach me? And why were you ignoring me?" I asked, trying to stop myself from tearing up.

"Mary, all I can say is I'm sorry."

"But sorry, it doesn't cut it!" I yelled. "You're evading the topic. It's pretty obvious everything I think is the truth is actually the truth. You can't just expect me to forget everything like that."

"Why can't you? At least I'm trying to forget the fact that you treated me like some dirty little secret of yours!" Ademide yelled back at my face, looking way too frustrated. Like he really did yell. Although he didn't yell like I usually do, for Ademide, it was still yelling.

After getting over the shock of him yelling, I tried to process what he said. "I treated you like a dirty little secret?"

"Yes," he replied instantly. "How come your friends don't know about me? They didn't even know I existed. They all believed you to be single. While I practically know everything about all your friends."

I felt burned, I couldn't deny what he was saying because it was the truth, and I don't even have a good reason to justify this. At first I just didn't tell them because everyone believed me to be this hard girl that doesn't fall for anyone, and I was a little shy about it, but later I just didn't tell them.

"Well, you can't blame me. You weren't even around to be talked about." I tried to defend myself.

"Can you listen to yourself?" Ademide said, sounding amused. I turned my face away from him, not wanting to look at his face any longer. "What kind of girl doesn't gist her friends about a guy they knew or met, especially a guy they are dating, or broke their heart, whether he is around or not."

"So what does that change?" I asked, turning back towards him. "It still doesn't change the fact that you pushed me out of your life without a valid reason!"

"And I'm back now, apologizing for doing that," he cajoled. "What I did was wrong, I deserve to be castrated, I know. And I'm deeply sorry I hurt you. Can't we just overlook the past and try to work out this thing between us?"

"You want me to just overlook things like that?" I scoffed in disbelief. "You still are very clueless, aren't you?"

"And I'm not disputing that fact, Mary," he admitted willingly, then moved closer to me, cupping my face with his hands. "You can't deny the fact that you also want things to work out between us, no matter what you try to tell yourself. We have something good going on, Mary. And believe me, nothing is really worth it without you in my life."

Would I be stupid if I said I really wanted to believe everything he said? He looked so sincere and genuine that I couldn't help but feel myself falling more and more in love with him.

"Let's just try to put the past behind us and work out our present and future," Ademide said, wiping a lone tear away from my cheek. I didn't even know I was crying. "I really do care about you."

I stared at him through glassy eyes, unable to say anything because he did say everything I wanted and yearned for, but I just couldn't get past this, it wasn't as easy as he said. "I-I-I c-can...,"

"Shh." He placed a finger on my lips, his eyes staring a hole into mine. "Give us a second chance, my short screamer, will you?"

As stupid as I was, I nodded in affirmation. The gravity of what I did didn't register in my brain until I saw the smile that spread across his face. But at that moment, it felt like it was worth it. If this beautiful smile is what I get in return for wanting to work things out between us, then I would make this decision over and over again.

"Thank you." He placed a chaste kiss on my lips. "Like really, thank you. I promise I won't let you down this time around."

"But I'm not having sex with you," I stated, bursting his bubble. And I did burst it because at that moment, I saw him recoil back a bit and look at me in confusion. Before he asked the question, I decided to give him a reply. "If you really want me to believe that it's not just my body you want, then you wouldn't have any issue with this decision of mine."

"No. No, I don't," Ademide said, a forced smile on his lips. He ran his hands over my arms. "It's good enough that you're willing to go down this road with me again."

Disbelief was written all over my face as I heard him say this, but when I saw him stand up, take off his suit and hanged it over a chair, then started pacing about, I knew he wasn't as okay with it as he claimed. This further fueled my distrust.

"How about kissing?" He suddenly stopped before me, a pleading look on his face. When I didn't answer him, he continued with his pacing and then stopped again. "Hugs?" I still didn't give him an answer and watched as several frustrated emotions ran across his face. Damn, he must be really sexually frustrated. My eyes unconsciously went over to where his member was hidden behind his pants, and I did see a very distinct bulge there. "Come on, how do you expect me to survive having you around me and not being able to do anything, I'd die. I can't survive it."

"Oh, we would be doing something," I said, and immediately, a smile grazed his lips. So much for being okay with my decision. "We would talk like normal couples do."

"So I'm not allowed to touch you at all? Is that what you're saying?" Ademide asked in a very quiet voice, sounding as though he was trying not to wake a sleeping tiger.

I took in a deep breath, knowing I definitely would not be able to survive this either, but I needed to do this. It would at least give me a little bit of reassurance. It doesn't have to be for too long, though, just enough to assure me of our relationship. "I said no sex, I didn't put all those additional factors. Can you get me my phone?"

Ademide stood where he was for some minutes, looking at my face as though trying to figure me out before making a move towards my bag and bringing out my phone. He handed it to me, and I gladly collected it. I needed to call my friends, they must be looking for me. Immediately I put on the phone, I saw that it was almost 1 pm.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know you have a class by 2 pm, right?"

I ignored him because I absolutely did not want to get into the issue of how he knew my schedule and instead checked out the number of missed calls I had on my notifications, but I saw none. Is this how little my friends care for me? I've been gone for several hours. But it can actually happen that way. Chuwen might believe I was spending the night at Stella's since I usually do that sometimes without giving her notice, and Stella might think I had gotten home since I never call to let her know on a normal day. So yeah, we can't blame them.

"And oh, I put your phone on airplane mode because of the annoying calls you were receiving," Ademide said, plopping himself on one of the couches.

"You what?" I yelled and hurriedly took it off airplane mode. I checked my call logs to see several calls from Stella and Chuwen. That was when I started receiving several WhatsApp notifications, not surprising, but I was shocked to see some of the messages.

I opened my WhatsApp to see that my class group chat and department group chat name has been changed to 'LET'S FIND MARY.' I clicked on the chat to see a picture of me and missing written over it.

"Jesus! They already launched a missing person campaign for me!" I yelled at Ademide, not quite understanding why he would put my phone on airplane mode. "Why didn't you just pick their calls and let them know I'm with you."

"I didn't see the need to, your mum was aware, if they had called her, there wouldn't be any of this happening," he said nonchalantly.

"They obviously wouldn't want to call her for fear of making her worry. You should have called them. Gosh! You're so impossible!"

I ignored him from then on and focused on calling my friends.

So Mary has agreed to give our Ademide a second chance.

And what do you all feel about Mary's friends launching a search party for her?

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.

See ya later, guys.

MARY ADEN.