The eerie silence of the street is broken by the thudding footsteps of a man, who walks down with long confident steps. A black jacket with hood lifted up on his head, veiling his identity well.

A cigar placed in his lips as he stops suddenly. To look up at the board near which he was asked to meet. Leaning against the railing, he puffs out the smoke.

Waiting patiently.

Minutes later, a luxury car comes down the deserted road. Killing the engine. To stop beside him.

And the hooded figure. Crushes the cigarette under his foot. To approach it. Puffing out the last smoke.

Looking around to make sure no one was looking, he leans lower to the window. To have it roll down.

Making a heavy voice to resonate.

" You were hired to finish the job, not to play around. What is the meaning of this bullsh**?"

The person in the car asks , showing him the pictures. He was sent. And the hooded figure just smirks.

" What's the fun in that boss. Plus doesn't one play with the prey, before it's hunted?"

The man in the car clenches his fist. Looking up at the hooded figure for the first time. His brown eyes sending daggers at him.

" Get it done asap. Or you know the rules."

The hooded figure gets serious. Knowing the person was not kidding. There is only one rule in the dictionary of the organisation for which he was working and that equates incomplete with only one thing.

Death.

" It will be done by the end of the month. Rest assured."

The person picks up a bag from the seat. To give it to him. And the hooded figures eyes shine for a second to only have him cover it.

The hunger for money, evident.

The stranger was going to leave when the hooded figure exclaims. Stopping him from pulling up the window.

" But wait ! What about the remaining money? This is not even half of what we agreed to!"

And the person, retorts. His voice deadly. Making the hooded figure to tremble.

" Don't you dare to ever interrupt me inbetween or your fuc*ing blood will be spilt first by me , before you spill it for me. Am I clear?

The hooded figure gulps, bowing. His voice stuttering.

" Y- Yes Sir. I am sorry."

" And as for your question? Full payment once I have that girl's dead body at my feet."

" Y- Yes Sir"

The person nods. Rolling up the window. And the car drives away, leaving behind the hooded figure to take a deep sigh.

Smiling to himself, seeing so much money.

He rushes back, planning his next move for his little princess.

His earlier plans may have back fired because of that fuc* ing Reed's trust in her, but he wasn't giving up.

He will make sure to have his share of fun.

After all, it was not just another one of his missions.

It was his favourite mission.

It was his game. And the monetary reward?

A Bonus.

.....

3:10 am

He sits on his chair, sipping his drink. While looking at his little vixen sleeping soundly on his bed. His senses still clouded from the best se* he has ever had in his life, with none other than the stupid girl. He thought was too good for him.

His gaze trails lower to see her naked self, the bedsheet on top of her. Doing nothing to hide her sexiness. And he feels getting hard again.

Fuc*!

He curses. Gulping the entire drink. Trying to control himself. He was loosing his control with her again. But he knew he had to set it up.

She couldn't take anymore of it. She was tired to the extent of fainting in between instead. If he hadn't stopped.

Are you sure? Tell me if it hurts okay?"

He had asked her. Yet, she has taken him all. With a smile on her lips. Those tears wetting the pillow told him of her pains, yet her lips? They were sealed. Trying to conceal all her pains.

Stupid girl.

He rightly called her that. She was utterly insane. Brainless, too good. Too naive.

I love you ,Aaron. I love you.

These were the words that left her lips, accompanied the moans. And he hated himself, for not returning them back.

He loathes himself, for not saying.

I love you too.

Because he knew no matter what, he can't give her hope. To break it next. He can't take her to new heights , if he can't catch her when she falls from there.

She moves in her sleep. Her thighs lifting up to turn sides,when the strain on the sheets below becomes visible. Making his grip on the glass to tighten.

He didn't needed a proof.

He has felt it all.

Yet the stains there. Made the thudding of his heart to worsen.

Is this love?

What all more will she give to me?

She has already given me the most precious thing anyone can give to another person.

How will I even repay it?

Can we have a happy future?

The night today already told me about our potential.

We may be poles apart, but it felt perfect today.

I never felt like this with anyone before.

Can I give her a chance or rather myself a chance?

Should I tell her about my problem. She isn't like those who judge.

Can she help me?

His thoughts are interrupted by the buzzing of his phone and he picks it up, to see a message from his investigator.

Narrowing his eyes.

He saw, he was sent sent a bio data of someone. And as soon as he , zooms in to the picture. His heart stops.

That face.

How can he forget it ?

It has changed over years. But those eyes? They were still the same. The same eyes he has dreamed all these years...the person he thought he killed.

He immediately looks up at his forehead, to find the evidence there.

The Scar.

And all his doubts got confirmed. Clenching his fist, his eyes read through the details.

Name: Johnathan Willson

Profession: Phychologist, Physiotherapy, medicine.

Age: 27

Criminal records: None

Family: None

Relationship Status: Single

He reads further. To not find anything. The records were clean. However that face, it can't be a coincidence.

It was him, the bast*rd

John

The boy he almost killed. Ezra's doctor. The man who sent him the pictures.

Smirking, Aaron leans back on the seat. Continuing to sip on the drink.

They are right when they say , good things shouldn't wait.

Because he was going to correct his mistake now.

Get ready Will.

Let's play doctor- doctor.

Shall we?

.....

Ezra's pov

I wake up to find my lower body aching. And I shift in discomfort.

Damn! Don't tell me my periods have started.

Groaning I stretch myself. Looking around. To take note of the unfamiliar room. Wait... it's his room. Suddenly images of last night flashes and I go still.

No! Sh*! Fuc*! It can't be true dammit!

It has to be a dream! Wake up Ezra. But then when my eyes went lower to my naked self below the sheets.

I literally shriek in surprise.

Pulling it up to only hear a chuckle behind me.

" Good morning Mrs Reed. It seems you had an eventful night yesterday?"

My eyes come out of their sockets when I look behind me, to find him standing there.

With a mischievous smile on his lips.

Buttoning up his shirt while looking in the mirror. All ready to go to work.

Aaron and smile? This has to be a dream!

" A- Aron! What are you doing here?"

I ask. In disbelief. To see him stop buttoning the shirts. Leaving his naked chest to be a feast for my eyes.

I blink. Just staring.

When I find his gaze fixed on my cleavage and I lift up the bedsheet in panic. Screaming at him.

" Don't! Don't look!"

Hiding under the bedsheet. I breathe heavily. Trying to calm myself.

" It's my room baby doll. Where else will I be?"

Baby?

Doll?

Wtf?

Has he lost it! What the hell is wrong with this ass today? Why is he behaving so nicely.

I can't digest it.

And that's when I remember another scene from last night.

What will you like me to call you? How about baby doll?

Did it seriously happy?

I hate that name!

Anything but it! Even stupid girl was better than it. Provided I know I am stupid. Oh come on. Who isn't stupid in this world?

I don't hear anything for next few minutes and I thought he left.

Pheww! Finally!

Lowering the bedsheets. I sigh taking a deep breath when my heart leaps out of my chest as two strong arms wrap around me from behind.

Picking me up effortlessly. Making me shriek in horror.

" Aaron! No! What are you doing!"

I shout. Thrashing. Trying to pull up the bedsheet when it drops from half of my body. Sweeping the floor behind us.

He smirks looking down at me and I scream more.

" Put me down! Are you crazy!"

" Oh come on baby doll-"

" Stop ! Just don't! I am neither a baby nor a doll! Stop using it!"

His eyes twinkle in excitement. Adjusting me in his arms and I shriek again. Coiling my arms around my neck.

" Why? You were enjoying it were much last night? Does it does something uneasy down there!"

My mouth opens in shock. He didn't just say it. Did he?

" Leave me! Put me down!"

I scream in protest. To have him stop inside the bathroom. And next I know, he winks at me.

" Gladly."

My body is lowered into the water tub and I shriek. Trying to get up. Holding the corners for my dear like.

He chuckles, moving back from me. And I go still.

Damn! He looked so beautiful while smiling.

Why doesn't he smile that often?

My thoughts are interrupted, when I see him removing his shirt. And I scream, placing my palms on my eyes.

" Aaron! Why the hell are you stripping here!"

" I thought you were going to office? Aren't you late"

I see his footsteps coming closer to me. And my heart thumps in my chest.

What is he doing?

"That's the best thing about business baby doll. "

" You can't get fired when you own it. Now can you?"

"But-"

" Shhhh"

He says moving down my palms from my face. To have me close my eyes instead. His breath hits my face as he speaks in a smoldering voice.

"And provided. I have some husband duties towards my wife when she looks like this?"

He says. And I couldn't help open my eyes to look back at him in shock.

" Li-ke what?"

I stutter. And his smirk widens. His hand move up my waist making my body to literally tremble under it. As he leans closer to me. To whisper in my ear.

" Like a beautiful addiction one can't get enough of."

He kisses my neck and I push him back in shock. To only have him fall on top of me instead.

"Damn"

He curses as the tub tap hits his head and worry courses through me like anything.

" Sh**! I am so sorry! I didn't intend to!"

I apologise. Holding his face in my palms. Seeing him touching his forehead. A painful look covering his features.

" Does it hurt! Should I get a first aid! Oh god! Why am I like this!"

I look at him in panic. When he just dismisses it casually. Like it was nothing.

" Calm down baby doll. It's nothing."

" I am good"

" No ! But you are hurt! Show me! Let me see atleast!"

I plead with him. And he finally moves his hand aside. Making my heart to jump in my chest.

He was hurt,there was a cut. He was bleeding, but wasn't showing it.

" Shit! Stay put Aaron"

" It's fine Ezra. Seriously-"

" No! Just stay! Don't you dare move!"

I get up immediately. Searching for the medicine box. To find it in his bathroom cupboard.

Pulling it out, I rush towards him. Sitting beside the tub,to go through it's contents. Searching for a band aid and anticeptic.

Cleaning the blood with the cotton dab. Applying the anticeptic and finally the bandage.

I see his grey eyes set on me all the time.

Making me bothered.

His head was resting back on the headrest of the tub in a sexual ,his hair all wet making them look darker. And his abs?

Don't get me started. The man was Adonis himself.

So enviously beautiful.

" I um done"

Lowering my eyes. I keep back the bandages in the kit.

When my hands stop.

Why are so many medicines here? It's not usual to have so many of them.

Picking one up, I stare at it's salt ,strange. I haven't heard of it before. What was it for? When I decide to ask him only.

" Aaron? Why do you keep so many medicines here? "

He goes still beside me. His eyes widen as he realised I was holding one of his medicines.

To only have him cover it up next second.

"It's nothing. Ignore it."

I wasn't satisfied. I wanted to ask more.

" But. Why so many Aaron? What are they even used for?"

I ask. Looking at it's other salts and content. When I see him take the medicine from my hand, throwing it aside.

" Aaron but-"

I don't get to complete. As next I know, he pulls me from his grip on my neck from behind. And the very next second.

He crashes his lips on mine.

Silencing me. Making me forget about everything else. . . . .

" What about another round?"

He suggests. And I look at him with widened eyes. His beautiful grey eyes asking for permission.

And I curse. Biting my lip.

Damn, how can one say no to them now?

....