I roll over in the bed and look to my right. While Richard is sleeping, I can't seem to find any sleep at all. I sigh as i lift myself and get out of the bed. I put on a silk dressing gown before I leave the bedroom. I walk into the music room, which is right next to the bedroom.

I open the door and feel the atmosphere right away. The atmosphere of inspiration. The atmosphere where I can compose and write songs. An atmosphere of happiness.

I sit down the music stool. he said the room is soundproof. Let's try it out then.

(A/N The song Title is My kind of Love by Emeli Sande)

🎹I can't buy your love, don't even wanna try
Sometimes the truth won't make you happy
So I'm not gonna lie
But don't ever question that my heart beats only for you
It beats only for you
I know I'm far from perfect
Nothing like your entourage
I can't grant you any wishes
I won't promise you the stars
But don't ever question that my heart beats only for you
It beats only for you
'Cause when you given up
When no matter what you do, it's never good enough
When you never thought that it could ever get this tough
That's when you feel my kind of love.

It's like my mouth find the right words without even looking for it. My heart tells me to sing, what to say.....What to write down. I smile as I continue playing.

And when you're crying out
When you fall and then can't pick
You're heavy on the ground
When the friends you thought you had haven't stuck around
That's when you feel my kind of love
You won't see me at the parties
I guess I'm just no fun
I won't be turning up the radio
Singing baby you're the one
But don't ever question that my heart beats only for you
It beats only for you

My head turn around and I see Richard standing in the door frame. Yeah it's only sound proof when I closed the door. Shit. I woke him up. But man this man can sing! He has a beautiful voice! A voice so pure, so beautiful, I could listen to it all day long.

I know sometimes I get angry and I'd say what I don't mean
I know I keep my heart protected, far away from my sleeve
But don't ever question that my heart beats only for you
It beats only for you.

I stare shocked as he walks over to me. He can sing! He can sing! Of course he can sing Richard Faulkerson can do anything.

I stop playing and eyeball him. He doesn't seem tired. "I'm sorry for waking you up." I apologize as he gets seated next to me. "I should have closed the door."

He smiles softly, "You really think I can sleep when you're laying next to me, acting all "Sleepless in Seattle" like?"

I smile innocently at him and shrugg. "Maybe."

"It's a nice song."

"Speaking of the song, you should have told me that you could sing, Mr. Faulkerson." I say to him, feeling his hand on my cheeks.

"I don't sing. Never."

"You just did."

"I helped you out."

I raise an eyebrow at him.

He sighs, "Fine. I only sing for you."

"Just like you only play for me."

He nodds, "Yes, Miss Mendoza, correct." he says into my eyes as he puts a strand of hair behind my ear.

I smile at him, feeling the very same effect he has on me every time he touches me. All my synapses are awake, my sense are all focused on him.

He kisses me softly and I return his kiss immediately, feeling his hands on my back. But then he let go of my swollen lips, as if he was afraid to hurt me.

He fondles my cheeks, staring into my brown orbs. "You're beautiful."

I blush and look down. He lifts my head up with his long fingers, " But I can't change who I am."

I nodd, "I know."

"I'm a polyamorist, Maine." I'll always be a polyamorist." he says into my eyes, as if he wants to frighten me.

Truth is, he doesn't frighten me. No matter how dark and twisty he turns on me, I'm not afraid. Not afraid of this man because my attraction to him over weighs everything - even my broken heart.

I nodd again, "I know."

"I'm not having normal relationships. A relationship like Samuel has with Patricia, will never be something for me. I don't do regular vanilla relationships."

I smile. Regular vanilla relationships. So that's what a normal relationship is called in the Faulkerson's vocabulary.

"But I'm pretty sure you want this."

"A regular vanilla relationship?"

"It's normal. average." he says with a shrugg.

I nodd.

"Answer me."

I look up into his eyes. "I've had regular vanilla relationships, they all turned out to be bad." I say with a shrugg.

"There's something about you Maine, that calls to me on some deep level I don't understand. I've never had that before. It's a siren call. I can't resist you, and I don't want to lose you. But I'm letting you go, if you want to. I can't hold you back. But I won't change who I am just because you're giving me these fucking feelings."

"Well then," I say and get up. "I guess, I should go."

I walk out of the music room, trying to keep the tears from rolling down my cheek. How stupid could I have been to believe that he would change? Change for me?

I walk into the walk- in closet and start to throw clothes into my bag before I get dressed in something I just pull randomly off the hangers, I don't care how I look like.

I pick up the bag and my purse before I walk out of the closet. Richard is standing in the open swing doors leaning casually against the door frame. He's watching me. Observing me.

"Maine," he starts as he make his way over to me.

"How could I have been so stupid to start something with you again?! You and me don't belong together! I can't be part of your fucking lifestyle." I yell at him as I pass him.

He turn around and follow me. "Drop your bags." he says in a strict voice.

I turn around, looking into his nearly black eyes.

"You have no idea what you're getting with me. You have no idea what you're getting yourself with into, Maine."

"You're kidding me right?!" I yell back at him, letting the bags fall on the ground. "I don't know you?!" I yell so strongly, that I can even hear an echo. Is this penthouse even bigger than I thought? "I know that you drink coffee without sugar. You hate sugar. That's why you rarely eat something sweet, no cakes, no muffins, no sweet popcorn, for Christ's sake You always eat omelettes with cheese, tomatoes, salt and pepper. You love your work, that's why you're always reachable. I hear your phone ringing in the middle of the night, when I'm pretending that I'm sleeping. I hear you picking up the phone and talking in Chinese in the middle of the night. Ever since Valerie told you about her disease, you seems to be worried 24/7. i can see it in your eyes, that your thoughts are on her. That's how much you love your sister. Although Samuel can be noes y, you enjoy being with him and love him no matter what. That's how much your family means to you. Plus, I'm pretty sure he asked you first what you'd think of him and Patricia getting engaged. That's how he is. That's why you love him. and they love you." I say in a loud voice into his eyes,

"I know that you prefer red wine instead of white. You prefer to own sports cars, because you love speed. You love love the rush of adrenaline. But you hate when someone's lying to you. You get furious when someone doesn't tell you the truth. Anger brings out the most aggressive side of you. I also know that your eyes change color when your mood changes. They adjust." I say in a softer voice now.

"The first time I've kissed you, your body was tensed, I thought I just kissed a stone. But now.. You let me kiss you. You adjusted to me. You trust me- although you haven't let me touch you yet. But that's okay. I can wait. But not forever." I say to him. "So don't you ever say that I don't know you. I know exactly what I'm getting myself into here. I know who you are and I accept it. all your fucked up shades."

He looks at me, his eyes filled with shock.

"But although I accept who you are and why you are the way you are, I can't be with you. I can't be with you because you will never be able to return my feelings, will you, Richard?" I ask him ass I pick up the bags.

He doesn't say anything.

"I asked you something and I expect an answer."

He still remains silent. "No." he says, almost unheard.

I nodd, "Thought so." I whisper before I walk to the elevator. I can't do this. I can't be with him. With someone who will never love me. who will never just love me.

"Maine." he says as I push the button and wait for the elevator.

I sigh, "I'm tired, Richard. I'm tired of your little games. Tired of playing hot and cold and then hot again before you turn all cold on me." I say to him. "So I'm ending this game. Once and for all. I'm putting my cards down, I'm leaving the table, not caring whether I won or lost." I say as I get into the elevator. "It was a good game, Mr. Faulkerson, but it's time to face the reality now."

WOW... Is this really the end of their so called love story?

How many trials will they pass??? Complicated but I myself loving the flow

of Richard and Maine love story....stay tune for the next updates

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