Bianchi: Dark Knight

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My eyes open right as the car comes to a stop. Somewhere along the drive up I fell asleep. Fabian took it upon himself to turn the seat heater on for me. The act made me melt with appreciation. Somehow he is always finding ways to take care of me. Whether that be making sure I had breakfast in the morning or restocking all of my favorite items in his house. I've been on my own for so long I forgot what that was like.

Originally I planned to get some work done while keeping Fabian company. Clearly that didn't happen. Between the soothing sensation from the car and my own flared emotions I fell asleep. Recently that has been happening more. I can actually fall asleep peacefully, unknowing of what hour is approaching or has passed.

The conversation on our way here ripped me raw. I was completely unaware how sensitive my feelings were. All these years I have buried them. Building a wall to block out the emotional damage festering inside. Protecting my heart. Acknowledging all of that pain meant that I would break. The floodgates would be open leaving me a wreck in its wake. I still don't know if I am ready to accept what has been buried. Very little good would come from it.

"Lennox baby, we're here." Baby. A simple pet name that ninety percent of the world is called. When he says it so softly I feel as though it has been made for me. "Why don't you go inside while I grab the bags."

Sitting up I shove the blanket he insisted I put in the car off of me. "I can help." Before I can open my door his hand is already stopping mine. Rude.

His hand grips my face holding it in place."If I wanted your help Lennox I would have asked for it." Slowly his thumb grazes back and forth across my jaw. "Go check out the house. Preferably naked." I smack his hand away but can't help the smile on my face.

Relax Lennox. Don't mess up the break with him already. Being in control has been the way I operated since my tween years. Relinquishing that power over to Fabian is more difficult than it should be. Time and time again he has been more than good to me. Proving that I could trust him. Rely on him. Still acting on that flexed a weak muscle of mine called accepting help. The people who were supposed to help strengthen it never did what they were supposed to. They all left me. Or chastised me until I took everything in my own hands. Now I have to unlearn many of the things I taught myself in order to thrive.

Only that didn't happen either. Being in control all the time meant I thought through every logical possibility. Never doing many things just for the fun of it. Always concerned with practicability and safety.Living this way is restricting. Trapping me in a life of misguided routine and a wine collection of every sommelier's dream.

As requested I do not touch even one bag. I don't even bother looking at them once I'm out of the car. It's not as if unloading is on my mind when I see the cabin. Three levels with wide sparkling windows surrounding. Natural dark stone covers the exterior. What really does the property in is the lake surrounding. No wonder why his mother loved this place so much.

Taking the steps two by two. The inside is just as breathtaking as the outside.High ceilings, wood furniture, and fur rugs. The space is nothing short of breathtaking.

Fabian comes up behind me. "Enjoying the view?" One of his hands wrap around my waist pulling me into him. The other lies on the glass window.

My hand traces over the Rolex on his wrist."I thought you were getting the bags?"

"I did." Haughtily he says the words. Indeed our luggage is at the cabin door. "Do you have to control everything?" That's rich coming from the stubborn control freak of a man.

"If you would let me, I could." Vapor hits the window from my breathing. "Ever since the day I met you, you have done everything in your power to thwart my control." Since meeting him he has infiltrated all of my plans. Interfered even when it wasn't his business to. I'll never say it out loud. Especially to him, but I am relieved he bulldozed his way into my life. Without it, I don't know how I would've fared. Without him I don't know if I would ever experience this happiness. Nowhere in the world compares to being with him. To feeling his touch. To hearing his tender tone reserved for very few people. To seeing his smile when he is uninhibited by the pressure of his position not only in business but in his family.