•BOOK II OF THE ESZTAR SERIES•
"Esztar is falling."
Those were the words an invisible spy mumbled just a few minutes before his death. But no one knew the fall would be so hard that it will destroy everything and everyone who called them to be a par...
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"Take your shoes off, Grayson." I gave his legs which were perched on my bed a slight nudge with my feet.
"Jeez! You sound like Oliver's sister." He kicked his ultra expensive polished handmade Italian leather shoes off.
"Because I am." I deadpanned.
"Sure." He mirrored my tone, dramatically looking around at what they call a mess in my room.
"What are you doing here at this time, Raf?" I asked, totally ignoring the glorious fact that this was his house.
It was two in the afternoon and he was home already. He went to work, or rather I pushed him to go to work after a week from my discharge.
"I was missing a certain ex employee." He grinned.
The endearing curve of his lips quickly shifted to a twisted frown as he snatched my laptop placed on my tummy. "Is this some new way to recover? Sleeping down on the floor with your legs rested on the edge of the bed?"
He joined me nonetheless, laying next to me on the soft rug, this time with his shoes off.
"Well, one can experiment."
"Don't place the laptop on your tummy. It causes pressure on your wound." He lectured with such an adorable grumpy face.
My legs shifted from the bed as I turned to my left, resting my head over his chest while my hand drew imaginary circles over his broad shoulder. A contended smile stretched across my lips as I felt the rhythmic beat of his heart which picked up pace at this proximity.
"Vittoria." He whispered, inhaling heavily as if his life depended on it. His arms held me firm but gentle enough to not hurt me.
"Rafael." I whispered back as if hypnotized by the pull of his charcoal orbs as I looked up at him.
I swear he was the prettiest devil I'd ever seen.
A soothing silence enveloped us. It was all we could've asked for. The comfort of being in the security of his arms was starting to turn into an addiction. And I didn't want to get rid of it. We just laid there, silently acknowledging the warmth of each other's embrace.
"I was so scared. I thought I lost you." I mumbled faintly, the memory of almost losing him to someone else snatching away my ability to even so much as speak.
"You were the one who felt like dying not me." He pouted in an attempt to cover up the pain that came along with those memories.
He placed a soft kiss on my cheek and jumped up. Then he did something that safely counted as a threat to my life.
He began unbuttoning his shirt.
His crisp white shirt.
And then to my utter disappointment, he jerked open the closet and retrieved a grey tee.
