I couldn't even remember every detail of what happened last night, but all I can recall is how Cooper rested his head on my shoulder like he was really tired from what he did, and I guided him into his room. That was the very first time that I entered his room. It's covered in all pitch black walls with his bed in the middle, and his bathroom was so completely transparent that you could even watch someone taking a bath inside; the same in his walk-in closet. I barely carried him to his bed.
He mumbled words as he was half asleep, saying that Theo deserved to die and such horrible things. I don't know, but I suddenly felt a relief and a huge problem at the same time coming ahead because of what he did. We both know that what he did to that man was going to be the cause of danger in our lives, but I think he ignored that fact the moment he knew what that man did to me.
I felt confused.
Just a few days ago, he was a total asshole to me, and look at him now. He's playing a hero who's trying to look out for me. I don't want him to do that, but he kept doing things to make me feel okay.
I admit that what he has been doing to me lately has given me much validation that I should be treated well too. All my life, I never felt that feeling—that I could be appreciated by someone, and in return, I could just smile at it. I'm new to this kind of feeling.
I feel like I have this hope again that I can feel loved too.
I just hope so.
I didn't get the chance to sleep after I carried him to his room and just searched for a simple recipe for pancakes. I made lots of small ones for him and put a sticky note on them so that he can reheat them if he wants to eat them later.
It's almost five o'clock in the morning when I finally rest in my room. But my sleep was interrupted when I heard loud banging on the door. I hurriedly went to see who was knocking so early in the morning when suddenly the door just burst out in front of me that I even got hit in the face before even getting away from it.
I fell to the floor, and I saw blood on my knees as I saw scattered pieces of glass on the floor. I tried to stand up, but a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, just to be thrown away in the living room. My body hit the floor again, and I coughed up blood because of it.
"Where is your lover now?" A familiar voice got me so frightened that I even closed my eyes just to not look at him.
He just laughed when he noticed what I did. He then pulled me up again, but this time we both hit the floor when I heard a loud gunshot just near us.
I felt a liquid touching my face, but I don't want to open it, as I expect that his face might be in front of me. I heard him laugh, but I also heard another gunshot after it.
"You can open your eyes now," Cooper's voice made me feel safe that moment.
I moved sideways before I got up. I'm pretty sure there's a lot of blood on the left side of my face.
I looked at Cooper, who was cleaning his gun now. It's not an ordinary gun, and I know that gun because one of my uncles died because of it. It's a gun designed to kill us. Its bullet contains poison that can kill us in an instant. In short, it's deadly for my kind.
"Let's treat your wound this time," he said before he headed to get the first aid kit.
He's so calm after what he did. I've only killed three men in my whole life because I find them trying to control me before, and what I did haunts me every time I sleep at night, but Cooper was just calm, even though he just killed another one in front of me.
He got back from the storage room, and he immediately carried me to sit on the counter again. While he puts alcohol on my knees, he calls one of his men to clean up the whole mess in the living room.
That person was Matthew. He's a steadfast companion to Theo and, surprisingly, permitted himself to remain in jail for a very long time just to save his closest companion's butt.
He did likewise contact me that evening, however when Theo let them know that I'd be his slave that evening, I turned into a thing just for him.
Cooper's men came in, and a gathering of police entered our penthouse. They posed us a couple of inquiries about the person, and I just let them know what I knew. At the point when they completed the process of asking us, they likewise tidied up the entire wreck, and as it was practically finished, Cooper saw the food I made for him on the table. He took a gander at it and adhered to the guidelines I composed. I got down from the counter and went to my space to stow away.
I show my powerless side once more.
My body felt truly worn out, and as I removed my garments before the mirror, I saw wounds all around my fair skin. I took out the infusion that Luke gave me and infused myself with pain relievers before I at long last refreshed. I rested in my bed exposed and shrouded in sheets. I don't have the energy to clean myself, and how much startling minutes that happened to me the previous evening when I saw Theo again made me return to my old self, far off and quiet.
I turned on the television to search for something to watch, yet all I could hear before I at last nodded off was the report about Theo's demise.
How unfortunate.
In any case, he merits it.
...
I fell into a profound rest for close to half of the day, yet I awakened to the warm smell of my number one food. Somebody's preparing Filipino food, and I can't resist the urge to escape my room. In the kitchen, I saw Cooper's back as he was placing every one of the fixings in the pot.
"How could you know a Filipino recipe?" I requested to make him frighten, yet it seems like he definitely knows that I'm behind him. He doesn't appear to be shocked by any means.
"One of our servants before was a Filipino, and she wanted to cook for us when she was as yet alive," he said in his standard voice.
I stand close to him to investigate what he's doing. He's cooking sinigang for us; it's a Filipino food made of a bitingly sharp soup with bunches of vegetables in it. I remained there while he was alongside me doing his thing. At the point when he put the top on the pot, I ventured away to get a major bowl for me. I arranged the plates we will utilize, and he just took a gander at me while I was making it happen.
"Are you okay now?" He inquired.
I quit moving and checked him out.
"I let you know the previous evening that you shouldn't at any point try harming them," I said with concern.
"They hurt you," he said actually.
"However, it doesn't imply that we ought to hurt them as well," I contend back.
"I understand how they treated me was reprehensible and terrible for me, yet I need no sort of issue again that will append my name to them. My folks previously took care of business previously, and it just made a colossal measure of mayhem the point that even Mother killed somebody blameless that evening," I expressed, attempting to recall those excruciating recollections from before.
"Your mom killed somebody honest?" He out of nowhere inquired.
I gestured.
"What's the name of the person in question?" He inquisitively asked this time.
I had a weird inclination about it, yet he wouldn't get a single thing from me since I avoided the entire examination during that time.
"I don't have any idea," I unfortunately replied.
"Do you have a few records about it?" He asked considerably more enthusiastically.
I took a gander at him, and it seems as though he's so keen on the casualty that my mother unintentionally killed that evening bitterly and disdain.
"I'll get the documents on the house assuming I visit there some time," I just guaranteed him that I'll get the data he needed.
He's actually taking a gander at me, and he just moaned a while later. Minutes after the fact, he had previously served the food, and we ate peacefully. I was at that point completed when he talked once more.
"What did your mom feel when she figured out that she killed an honest casualty that time?"
I digit my lips as I attempted to recollect how she felt that evening. She killed a few vampires that time and, surprisingly, killed one from the higher positions. She felt fulfilled at that time, yet when they returned home and figured out that she had killed an honest, she shouted without holding back and said sorry on various occasions. That is the most uncommon second that I got to see my mother hollering her eyes out of disappointment.
"I recall that she cried that evening, there's nothing more to it."
He recently grinned and kept on eating once more. I'm beginning to become inquisitive about why he's getting some information about the subtleties of what my mom did. Did he just truly need to know the entire story, or would he say he was attempting to figure out something about it?
I just disregarded it and pardoned myself to rehash some exploration for my postulation. I will attempt to proceed with one more section of it so there are a couple of left once I return to the college again this forthcoming week. I returned to my room, and I saw that there was a major box on my table that I hadn't seen before as a result of the smell of the food that got me. I opened it and saw the dress that I picked last time for my wedding. There's likewise another crate, a more modest one, that has white strings and thick shoes. The last box made me wheeze delicately when I saw a couple of heart-formed precious stone hoops on it along with a neckband that likewise has five heart-molded jewels.
I took a stab at the jewelry, and it felt a piece weighty around my neck. Seconds after the fact, I saw Cooper resting on my entryway while watching me. I was so astonished by the new embellishments I had.
"It's beautiful," I said shortly before I put it back in the box.
"I can't wait to see you in that dress."
My lips parted as he said that. I don't want to get married right away, and yet he's here telling me that he can't wait any longer. How would I feel about that? I can't feel anything at all. I'm having some mixed emotions, but I can't pinpoint what's behind them all.
At the point when he saw that I didn't answer him, he at last escaped my room, and as I heard the entryway of his room close, I shut mine as well.
I'm sleeping right presently pondering the things I actually need to accomplish for that wedding. My arrangement was to annihilate it right away, yet when I heard him say that, I really wanted to want to do the inverse. I messaged my cousin Jamaica about the shifts in direction and got some information about the subtleties of the lodgings that she offered last time. I'm attempting to discover a few decent lodgings, and I nearly failed to remember that I have a proposal to survey. I changed my undertaking to perusing a couple of proclamations once more, yet I got diverted the entire time, so I shut my PC briefly and just perused on my telephone for the lodgings that I saw as fascinating.
Every one of the lodgings offer similar facilities, with the exception of one. It's an inn around a couple of blocks from this structure. They have an impeccable light fixture that is balancing in an enormous pool and a few other more modest crystal fixtures around. The setting has a pool in the middle, and the stage where the lucky man and lady of the hour can move is as of now sufficiently large. It looks perfect, so I promptly raced to his space to thump.
I'm trusting that he's actually conscious, and I'm correct.
He's a piece tired, yet I showed him the screen of my telephone. His eyes right away squinted due to the light.
"What is that?" He asked cluelessly.
"I maintain that this should be our meeting room for the wedding," I said with such direness.
He, then again, got totally alert at what I said. He then in the end gets my telephone from my hand and checks out intently at the photos on it. At the point when he took a gander at me, he gestured.
"I additionally need white roses with hints of pink paint on them for the blossoms," I mentioned.
Once more, he gestured and opened his entryway more extensive to give me access. I quickly sat on his bed while he started to do some stuff in his stroll in wardrobe.
"I maintain that the table should be shrouded in gold sheets, and the seats ought to be like those intended for privileged positions. The table ought not resemble those modest round tables. I need a table that is associated all together and seems as though it's encompassing the pool. I don't need an ordinary gathering occasion; I need a pool party since I picked that sort of scene."
He actually said nothing, so I continued to express everything I needed as a solicitation to make our wedding and banquet room look grand, right starting from the entrance to everything about it.
"The wedding will be held in the early evening, and the gathering will begin at precisely six PM. I believe our visitors should dress in beige, white, and dark tones. That looks so great to my eye," I made sense of further.
At the point when he glanced back at me, he rested on the entryway to his stroll in storeroom and talked.
"Do you have some other solicitations?"
I gestured.
"I likewise need a team for recordings and photographs of our wedding; I maintain that everything should be recorded."
"Something else?"
"I likewise need to pick the menu for the food since my entire family is a piece particular about the food they need to eat. I likewise need the rundown of our visitors for that day, since I believe no difficult situation should happen that day."
He's seeing me like I'm an item he's attempting to study.
I'm a piece humiliated, really, however I would rather not feel threatened by him. I battled the desire to get modest, so I talked once more. Golly! I'm not in my typical state at this moment.
"I could require somebody to help me separated from my cousin; she probably won't deal with every one of my solicitations on the double."
I was amazed when Cooper moved and sat next to me. He's confronting my side; it's like he's detaining my entire body on his. I abruptly felt hot.
This isn't great.
"Do you want anything more?" He asked delicately. Screw his voice.
"There's nothing more to it."
I swallowed when I took a look at him. He's a couple inches away from me.
Golly, it's so hot at the present time.
"Are you certain that is all?" He asked, and I can now feel his breath on my neck. His hand steadily embraced my midsection, and as I gestured, he laid his head on my shoulder.
"Try not to move for the time being," he said like a request.
He fixed his embrace on my midriff, and there's nothing left but to shut my eyes and enjoy the entire second. I don't have any idea what's happening in my mind, however all I can imagine right presently is that I need to submit to each demand he'll make of me. I'll acknowledge each and every point he makes to me.
"Adi?"
I'm left speechless upon hearing what he said. How did he know about my nickname?
"Yes?" I asked, trying not to be affected by how he called me.
It feels so fucking good upon hearing that from him. I don't know how he got to know about that, but all I can think about right now is this feeling I have that I don't want to label for now. I'm afraid that if I got to tell myself what kind of feeling this is, I might lose it.
God, I'm planning to kill this guy, but what happened to me?
"Will you sleep here with me?"
Shoot.
I remained silent for a moment before I slowly nodded to what he said. When he realized what I meant by that, he held my hand and pulled me until I landed on top of him.
I felt like I was being babied as he caressed my hair and planted kisses on my forehead.
"I'll sleep here, but I'll finish reading my thesis first since we'll be going back to the university next week," I said as I got up and sat on top of him.
I got confused when he suddenly closed his eyes upon looking at me.
"What are you doing?" I laughed and started to tickle him just to open his eyes. He's smiling a bit from what I'm doing, but he still didn't get to open his eyes.
"Stop it, Adi," he said softly.
"Why did you close your eyes anyway?" I asked.
"Because I don't want to look at you."
I'm a bit confused by what he said. I don't know if that's supposed to hurt me, but I just genuinely don't know how to react to it.
"Why you won't look at me?" I asked.
"You're on my top," he said as a matter of fact.
"And?" I was dumbfounded.
"You're on top of me, and I might do some wrong things when I look at you."
As he said that, I realized that I'd been on his top for a while and that I didn't even think he might get a bit embarrassed by it.
"There's nothing wrong with my position, I guess," I said as I tried to express that there was nothing wrong with it. It's just his mind, not mine.
And with that, he took a look at me before he swiftly switched our positions and pinned one of my hands on top of my head.
He looked at me straight in the eyes and asked.
"Do you still think there's nothing wrong to this?"
I think there is now.