The light touch and caress of his hand have calmed me down. After sitting on his lap for a while, him easing my pain and stopping my cries with kisses and embraces, we decided to head towards his house. I feel exhausted like all the energy has been drained out of me. My whole body hurts and my bones seem to be weak, barely keeping me in place. My locked eyes hurt even though I don't open my lashes. It stings and when I do, my vision is blurry. The darkness has surrounded us as small lights and chatters travel to my ears of the big streets. Forcing my eyes to open, I realize that his house it's away from mine. Big, clear roads covered in utter darkness unfold before us. Trees, expensive cars, bodyguards are found outside every house. Huge mansions appear in my vision, some of them having walls surrounding them, preventing me from seeing easily inside. But the domiciles are so high that are towering, allowing them to take a few peaks. Tremendous houses with balconies and crystal walls fill my vision. I manage to look through a few houses without obstacles in the way, only to gaze at green gardens full of flowers and pools. It seems like the place where the Hollywood stars, singers and wealthy businessmen live. The sight of a few bodyguards outside a mansion intrigues me once again, making me wonder about the place, the people who live here but the thing that has stuck my mind since I took a glimpse of this rich suburb is...what is Corbyn doing in here?

Does he live here? Is he...rich? Does his family own a business? And if yes, why hasn't he mentioned anything before? Running through the black and empty hallways of my mind trying to remember anything relevant to his family though it's a dead end. I don't know anything except what was said that night when he got hurt. That night is still a big mystery to me.

The car slows down and turns a little only to stand in front of a big steel gate. On my left, to Corbyn's side, from a small space with dark glass windows appear two men and Corbyn pulls his window down. The one looks at his watch and his eyebrows pop up as the other extends his hand.

"Damn it," he snaps and takes a hundred dollar outside his pocket and hands it to the other bodyguard who seems pleased, having a satisfied smile formed on his lips.

"You bet on what time I'll back again, didn't you?" Corbyn questions with a shadow of a smile on his beautiful face.

"Damn right we did! But that's not the point...what are you doing here? It's too early for you!" the man who lost his money grunts.

"We should be happy that he's here earlier than usual!" The other man groans.

"Easy for you to say when you have got a hundred dollars in your hands!"

Corbyn fights a laugh rolling his eyes and turns to look at me.

I don't think I could ever be tired of admiring those blue ocean eyes that can mirror every single emotion of the soul I'm in love with. His tender and loving gaze has the power to remind me of his previous three magical words. I love you. I know for sure that I won't ever get tired listening to these words coming out of his full lips that kiss and caress mine like no one had before.

Escaping out of my reverie, I realize that two pairs of eyes watch mine.

"Hello," I speak not wanting to make things awkward.

"Tell me you have a girlfriend!" the man who lost the bet asks enthusiastically.

"I do," Corbyn states and after a few seconds of exchanging stares, the man who won throws back the dollar. I burst into a laugher as I realize that this was another bet that he thought will never lose.

"I can't believe you actually bet on my dating life," Corbyn complains rolling his eyes in exasperation but a little humor. Before they can answer, reason their actions, Corbyn presses the throttle and we begin to cross a big road.

Unfortunately, due to the darkness, I can't see much but the lights help a bit. High trees are at each side of the path we're passing. Up in the sky, a few sparkles of stars make their way between the branches and down to earth. A smile of appreciation finds its way to my lips. It's beautiful.

The car stops in front of the mansion. Corbyn gets out while I stare around not believing how huge this place is. He opens my door helping me get out of the vehicle too.

"Come on," he murmurs and taking my hand in his, he leads us up the stairs to the entrance. He places the keys in the locker but before he opens the door, he turns to me. His eyes are troubled as if he's having an internal battle, trying to choose which path to take. But before any of us can speak, he presses his lips on mine in a quick but reassuring kiss and opens it. Once the keys click, a decorative, modern, huge house unfolds in front of me. We pass through living rooms, dining rooms and I glance at the glass walls of the house, that allow me to see outside, the crystal chandeliers and mirrors, the expensive portraits with natural sceneries, the marble floor and stairs that lead us upstairs. The walls have a different color here but except for that, closed doors of rooms appear on the corridors.

I follow my angel through hallways and corridors not daring to pull away because if I do, I'll certainly get lost. He opens a door and I see a capacious bathroom. Even here the decorations, the mirror and the marble clear floor let me know the economic state of this house.

"You can take a shower here, I'll go to my room and fetch you some clothes. Here is everything you'll need," he murmurs pointing at a cupboard under the washbasin.

"Okay,"

I let the hot water wash away my dizziness and exhaustion. It feels as refreshing as it felt the water of the sea against my hot-tempered skin. The salt gets off me and the aroma of vanilla fills the air around me as well as my body. Somehow my eyes stop hurting me as the warm rain of water falls upon me relaxing me.

Wandering around the long corridors of the mansion, thankfully, I find the stairs that we took earlier to come upstairs. I try to recall the path we followed when we came wishing to detect Corbyn somewhere.

"Corbyn," I shout and I hear my voice echo around the house. But my try didn't go to waste because I heard his voice calling out for me.

His back is against me, allowing me to see his muscles relax and stretch under his shirt. He's wearing black sweatpants and a white t-shirt and although it's just regular clothing, he looks so sexy and beautiful in it.

"Hey,"

My light murmur turns him around and his eyes move to my body instantly. He left me a black shirt that I wear and sweatpants that were too large for me. So, I ended up wearing only the shirt which is big too as it ends slightly higher than the middle of my tights. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can, I do.

"Didn't fit," I say referring to the sweatpants that I don't wear.

"I know," he mutters implying something that I'm not sure I understand.

"You knew?"

"I figured so, but it was the smallest size I got and I had to bring it to you for sure."

I nod at his words going further into the kitchen, closer to where he's standing. The room is capacious as the rest of the house with a white marble kitchen island in the center of it.

"I was trying to be a gentleman," he murmurs.

"Wise choice of words. Trying," I add and look at how he cocks his head and narrows his sparkling playful eyes at my answer. A few seconds pass like this before I catch a small glimpse of him moving and the next thing I know, he's almost standing in front of me. I run and go to the other side of the island so we're opposite from each other.

"Oh...that how you want to play now?" he mutters with adrenaline ruff in his eyes as he moves around the island approaching me. I gulp instinctively and a frisson of cheerfulness washes me over. But I don't give up.

"I think so,"

My words send a small sight of a smile on his lips and a cold run down my spine, but not in an afraid kind of way. The way his eyes glow with desire and adrenaline make all my inside tense in the way that only he can make me feel when he's that close.

He still moves slowly almost suspiciously trying to close the distance and catch me without me knowing it. But that game needs two.

"I'm very fast."

"So am I." He replies as if my words didn't affect him one bit and keeps being focused on me. His dark and lustful eyes with dilated pupils never quit staring back at mine. Oh...

"Are you planning to come here without any troubles?"

"Have I ever came without any troubles?" I ask playfully and innocently.

"It would be worst for you if I catch you," he whispers with eyes that send fires on me and radiate wild expectation. All my body has been driven insane with only the way he's staring at me. Warmth and desire overwhelm my heart.

"That would only happen if you do catch me and let me to tell you that I have no intention of letting you catch me right now."

"Baby you can hurt yourself," he warns and I start to smile at his words, showing that he cares but before it can dawn on me, he moves.

He attacks me coming towards me, making me squeal and run towards the open door as fast as I can. It leads me inside a spacious living room with black couches and a glass wall that lets the darkness sink in the room. It must be really late though thankfully the moonlight helps me see.

I run and stop when a small table is between us. He's closer to me than before and his eyes are even darker now. My heart is pounding so fast and I can feel the adrenaline rush through my body.

"We can do this all day baby but we both know that I'll get you and when I do, it would be bad for you,"

"You won't," I state decidedly and I see as he walks closer to me. His eyes stuck to something behind me and stay there. His facial expression change drastically in a split of a second and the playfulness flies away replaced by anger. I get worried looking closer to how his body has stoned and tensed.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I turn around to detect what froze him like that in the spot. I see the glass wall in front of the dark sky, the high trees and some vehicles parked. What did he see?

When I turn around to ask, his arms wrap themselves around me making me squeal again as he throws me on the closest couch not letting any room for moves or arguments. I hit the couch with a bit of force that knocks the air out of my lugs. He sweeps in me, turning me so I'm on my back and lays on top of me. Before I can even breathe in to replace the air I lost, he crushes his lips on mine.

I feel his chest rise and fall from the previous run and somehow I feel like our breaths match in a rapid rhythmic way. His tongue finds its way and connects with my own. The way he's kissing me reminds me the night that I first touched him and he surged himself in me. He is kissing me like the way he did that night until he stopped. In a passionate, demanding and blow-minding way.

Neither of us pulls away as he kisses my lips that way. He has caged me pushing himself against me, trying to get closer and closer. He buries his fingers into my hair pulling it slightly. The feeling magnifies the need and desire I feel within me and I grasp his shirt in a tight grip with my small fists, in an attempt to steady myself and maybe to distract me. But that's just pointless...

A light sound is heard but we don't stop kissing as our tongues brush each other making me think that it was a confection of my imagination. But the sound is heard again and after a few seconds, it becomes a repeated machine noise.

Corbyn tough doesn't seem like he has noticed it as he keeps being drowned in our hot kissing. I try to push him lightly, leaving my fingers to relax and place them open his chest. My attempt doesn't work the way I hoped because he places his hands above mine. His fingers push my skin to dig into his own. The warmth that I feel in my hands creases my confusion and only then do I realize that his chest is naked. He has taken his shirt off.

Surprisingly this time, I don't grow a feeling of shyness, the uneasiness of fear. I let the warmth of my hands travel and consume my whole body. I feel him smiling against my lips once he realizes I didn't pull away again and move my fingers caressing him instead. His hands snake around me holding me closer but I don't think that's possible.

The second my hands are free, I start moving them. I let them explore his skin running small circles and invisible vines above his skin. Caressing his soft skin, I move my hands on his side before I place them on his back. The rhythm of our kissing has slowed down and turned itself into my favorite slow devouring kiss. But everything stops when he bites my bottom lip and the sensation causes goosebumps all over me. Unconsciously, I dig my fingers into the skin of his back and then, the hot kissing returns. He keeps running his tongue on my lip, biting it causing him to feel the same pressure on his back as he moans every time that I do. I don't bother at all though because I would make anything to hear that sound over and over again.

Unfortunately, the same sound echoes again non-stop and each time in a higher volume. Corbyn gets irritated as I feel the pressure and the speed of his lips increase by the second. He quits at the end groaning before he gets up and leaves the room with me laying on the couch breathless, wondering what just happened?

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Hey guys! I wanted to apologize for my rare updates in the last couple of weeks. I had a lot going on but the good news is that from now on, I'll be updating frequently! Hope you enjoyed the chapter and keep reading! Thank you<3