I was sitting in an armchair in the balcony of my room continuously sighing and staring up at the beautiful view, the sun was about to set as the wind blew through my hair sending a chill down my spine. The balcony was also beautiful with plant pots around, beneath my feet was green grass carpet and behind me was the series of small plant pots hung on the wall with the help of the plant holder. A few miles away from this house was a beach and I could also see the water gushing on the seashore.

Again I sighed contentedly.

When I arrived, I didn't face Satan.. I mean Mr Kingston, he was not here which I was glad about. I apologized to Daria as she gave me her sweet smile before saying it's okay. And from then I just can't stop thinking about him.

Dylan Scott.

I've been blushing all day and sighing with contend. The way he put his hand on shoulder,so protectively. He was my saviour, my hero, my knight in the shining armour, my...

Oh me!! I'm so whipped.

I can smell love.

Love is in the air.

It's love at first sight.

Well, at second sight.

Again I sighed, I was all red. Just Dylan's name would bring a smile on my lips.

He's such a sweetheart.

I took a deep breath to control my romantic nerves. Now I have to face the reality, I have to face king.

He'll be arriving soon and is gonna bombard a long lecture on me and again he's gonna elucidate the rules and regulations of this goddamn house.

A scowl etched on my face on thinking about Kingston but soon the scowl eradicated and a blushing smile formed on my lips just by thinking about Dylan.

Oh Dylan..

You are gonna be the death of me..

Mrs Naomi Scott.

How does it sounds?

Beautiful.

Oh god!! I'm acting like a teenager. A freaking teenager.

Control... Control your emotions girl.

But these romantic emotions are overwhelming me.

I even thought about a happily ever after for us.

Me and Dylan with our kids.

I even have names for our kids.

Now I'm honestly acting like a teenager, am I not?

But I can't help it.

Well the names are, for a boy it will be Milan Naomi's Mi- and Dylan's  -lan.

For a girl it will be, Dyna. Dylan's Dy- and Naomi's  -Na.

Dylan is driving me insane with his sweet heart.

I marched inside my room and laid on my bed, looking up at the ceiling.

Dylan..

I fanned my face with my hands as I was hot and bothered.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on my door followed by Daria's sweet voice.
"Miss Nolan, dinner is ready."

"Coming." I replied.

One by one my romantic bubbles popped up as anxiety surged through me.

I have to face king.

Again I have to face embarrassments, insults and lot more for breaking his rules.

I want food but I don't wanna go downstairs.

With a heavy heart, I turned the door knob before marching downstairs.

King was seated on his usual seat, his back facing me. I swallowed and tiptoed towards my seat. King was going through his phone but as his gaze fell on me, he kept his phone aside as I gulped.

Get ready for the lecture session..

"Miss Nolan." He called with a stoic face.

"Do not ever step your foot out of this house without my permission."

Just think about Dylan and calm your nerves.

A picture of a beautiful smiling Dylan's face came up on my head as I smiled.

With a creepy smile on my face, I nodded to king and in return he gave me an odd look.

Before he could say anything else, Daria walked in with the food cart.

"Are your bags ready?" King asked, facing Daria.

What bags??

"Yes king" her eyes were on the floor.

"I have asked Dylan to book a private jet for you..." Daria looked up at king with a subtle widened eyes.
"...the chauffeur will drive you to the airport and from there Dylan will escort you to the private jet."

"It wasn't necessary, I would have taken the public -" Daria was cut off.

"It is necessary, your safe landing is necessary."

A small smile appeared on Daria's face." Thank you King." He nodded.

Daria started serving our meal and in haste, I finished my food.

I quickly sauntered towards the kitchen, where Daria was washing the dishes.
"You're leaving?" I asked incredulously.

She spun around with a smile.
"Yes."

"To where?"

"To West Texas."

"Why?" My voice was begging.

"My daughter is eight months pregnant and she needs me as next month she's gonna have her labour period."

"Ohh!! When will you return?"

"Probably after two or three months."

Nooooo.!!!

"Is there any other temporary house keeper coming in place of you?" I crossed my fingers, hoping for her to say yes.

"I guess, no."

Time stopped, my world  crumpled, everything shattered into peices. I felt like the thunder and lightning boomed and crashed on my brain making it go numb with the shock that has fallen into me.

"Wh-at?" I stuttered as hot tears burned my eyes.

I'm gonna live here with that mafia devil all alone for a month.

I blinked back my tears.

Be strong.

"Are you alright?" Daria asked as her forehead creased.

I shook my head in no.

"Don't worry, king is going to be here.."

That's the major problem.

"..and I can assure you, he's really a very good man."

I nodded.

Think of Dylan.

A small smile formed on my lips.

Atleast Dylan would be here for me..

I'm not alone..

"Say hello to your daughter from me." I said.

She smiled.

"Are you leaving now?" I asked.

"Yeah, within half an hour." She said.

I smiled and hugged her before saying my goodbye to her.

I'll surely miss her, I won't be here when she'll return. So this would be my last time seeing her.

I walked upstairs towards my room and laid on my bed.

Dylan, please do come in my dreams and make them sweet.

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