Belinda's POV
I got to my room and closed the door immediately.
What did I almost do?
I can barely catch my breath after the tense moment we just had.
Those eyes will be the death of me...I know it. They'll haunt me forever and either give me nightmares or dreams I never want to wake up from.
Damn it...
I can't kiss him! I literally don't know him well enough to know if he's...like the others.
I don't know if I can trust him or if I can count on him yet. He's going to stop being into me at some point anyways. I know the drill.
I really don't want to have to kill him as well. I actually like him.
Soon I jumped into bed but I couldn't stop thinking about his persistence in wanting to know about my past. I don't even wanna know about it myself, so why would he want that for himself too?
He should just let it go.
After I dozed off, he was all I saw. His beautiful hair and star-filled eyes were all I saw. We were alone in my office and somehow this office was in the middle of space, not shocking because dreams literally have a mind of their own.
He closed my laptop from behind me and turned my chair so I was facing him. He then went down on his knees, and looked up at me as if he was studying my reaction. His hands slid up the sides of my thighs slowly as he watched them carefully. He then looked back up at me as if he needed me or he'd die.
He then grabbed my face and gently pulled me closer.
As he was about to kiss me… I woke up.
DAMN IT!
"Did I just have a...?"
No...
Nah…
No?
Why do dreams always feel 2 seconds short ? Not that I'm complaining because it would have been so awkward to have a full spicy dream about a man I literally live with.
As I was heading to the bathroom, I could hear Jackson on the phone. He sounded more upset than usual.
I decided to eavesdrop, but accidentally bumped a side table after hearing him say, "Find out and tell me what she's hiding as soon as possible."
He ended the call immediately and slowly appeared into the hallway.
He looks shocked to see me. Strange because I live here.
What did he mean by that? Was he talking about... me?
This is awkward enough for both of us so before he could say anything, I greeted him and disappeared into the bathroom.
Jackson's POV
Fuck
Say something to her quickly!
How much of that did she hear?
Judging by the way she was looking at me I know she definitely heard enough to not be moving a muscle.
Before I could say anything, she greeted me and practically ran into the bathroom.
Fuck!
How do I even play this off?
I was speaking to Liam, one of my associates and he told me about her first few incidents when she was a teenager. She's linked to the disappearances of some guys but nothing was ever proven.
All I know are their names and that she probably killed them. The question is why, and what did they do to her? He also said that her parents had something to do with whatever happened.
I will figure this out soon, but something tells me I won't like what I find out.
I didn't sleep a wink last night. All I could think about was this, and of course spending time with her yesterday. Why did she fight what she wanted to do.
Doesn't she know I'm genuinely irresistible? She knows it too. Her eyes yesterday told me all that I needed to know.
She'll crack first. I know she will.
They always do.
Then again they aren't usually murderous bosses, so this is definitely taking me for quite the spin.
I then headed to my room to take a nice cold shower before getting dressed.
I normally wear caps because my hair is so much admin to deal with so I throw one on before heading to the kitchen.
I don't eat breakfast but because I'm worried about what she might have heard I'm all of a sudden finding myself eating the waffles the chef made.
Today's plans are simply just heading to that club again to check on the renovations then we're coming back home.
What am I going to say to her about what she heard?
Belinda's POV
After my shower I check the hall for any signs of him before running to my room.
I don't like feeling like someone is keeping something from me. I know it's ironic but my situation is different.
Simply trauma I'd like to not revisit until I die.
Maybe he wasn't talking about me? I could just be paranoid because I'm the one keeping things from him so it's messing with my brain? But it's for his own good and I'm saving myself from judgement that's why.
Yeah I'll stick with that thought to stay sane.
Since we're heading to the club just to browse how far the renovations are, I'll just wear a simple outfit.
I pulled out white long pants and a black thin strapped tank top.
With heels of course.
After combing my hair out, I gathered strength from my ass cheek to walk to the kitchen and face him after that dream I had.
How do I look at him the same after that? How do I look at him the same after hanging out together yesterday talking about our childhoods?
Okay deep breath.
As soon as I saw him eating, he almost froze as if he'd just seen a ghost or something.
"You're eating breakfast? You never eat breakfast." I asked to lighten the mood.
"Yeah" is all he could say, but his gaze was still intensely focused on me.
For some reason I couldn't hold eye contact with him at all so I looked away and ate my breakfast.
As I'm finishing up, I can feel his eyes on me. It's like I can feel them burn my skin.
"You okay?" He finally asked.
I nodded without looking at him and the next thing I knew, he was walking over to me.
I got up quickly to put my plates in the sink and made an excuse to get my purse in my room without looking at him.
I genuinely couldn't look at him. Not when his suspicions of me this morning were this strong.
He'll see right through me.
After getting my purse I sped past him and told him I'd be in the car.