It took less than a second to understand what was going on as he was half asleep and when he did, nearly panicked.

He could tell her lips felt warm and full against his as she lightly pressed them together. He couldn't breathe... Well, he could but he believed it would ruin the sudden moment. Would rather pass out if I'm being completely honest.

She lightly moved her lips along his, wordlessly urging him to continue before he hesitantly agreed, his hand moving from the back of her head to the curve of her waist.

Tobias tried to not overthink their position as her hand gently held his face, attempting to deepen this kiss without going all the way.

She was kissing him.

The only person he gave a shit about was kissing him.

Every single thought that bothered him immediately fled from his mind. He did not care about Berlusconi and what he planned to do because nothing else mattered when they were that close.

His hold around her tightened just as she pulled away, leaving his lips cold and needy.

He bit his bottom lip in annoyance, not missing as her eyes followed the movement.

"That wasn't too bad." She said quietly still hovering above him with a wide grin. Still close enough for him to smell her shampoo.

"It wasn't..." He agreed, with his eyes zeroed in on hers. He knew he needed a second to collect his thoughts and he also needed another kiss. He wanted to feel whatever it was that he felt again.

"Yeah." She breathed, running her hand down the t-shirt he had decided to wear. "You need to sleep."

He searched her eyes for any signs of playfulness but was met with none. How does she expect me to sleep? Especially after what happened?!

"I do?" He asked, still feeling her fingers play with his shirt. It was soothing.

"Yes, and as much as I enjoy kissing you and watching your pretty gray eyes, you still need to rest. You look like you haven't closed your eyes in days." She frowned and dropped a light peck on his lips, smiling at his flushed face. Fucking hell.

"I guess so. I've just been really busy with work."

He had never been religious but he had to send a special thanks to God for not stuttering. The electricity that spread from his mouth made it a bit difficult to reason rationally.

"Yeah, work." She snickered and finally got up from his body after he reluctantly let go of her waist. "So, shut your eyes and sleep. It's not nine yet and it's a Sunday morning. Rest." Enny answered quietly, dropping a peck on his forehead and pulling the blanket over them both.

"You're sleeping too?" He asked as he watched her wedge a pillow against her back and the headboard.

"Nope. I'm just going to stay on my phone a bit and make sure you fall asleep. Now sleep." She instructed and pulled the blanket over his face, earning a chuckle from him.

Small gestures and acts of service affected him and coming from someone he had affection for, Tobias felt comfortable with her just being by his side. The past few days had been a huge shift from what he believed he was used to and having her force him to nap was just the amount of level ground that he needed. He was grateful for that. He never really had a lot of people he would even think of falling asleep beside them. Most of the people he knew were loyal to his father and not him, they wouldn't hesitate to make him nonexistent.

She on the other hand...

Eniola seemed like the type to beat someone on his behalf even when the confrontation could be completely avoided. He was not sure whether or not he cared about her the same way he did. Well firstly, I wouldn't be overthinking like this after a three-second kiss if it happened years ago. She was making him fail to recognise his own emotions.

It felt too soon for him to have these feelings about her. For all he knew, she could have a secret love interest that could be revealed at any time.

She did mention a certain Kent.

He knew he was not unfamiliar with getting rid of threats so that would not be a problem.

The rational part of him knew it was better to ask her but at that time, sleep was more important. And well... A million other things were more important than him asking about her relationship status and expressing his feelings.

~~~

Tobias woke up to his phone vibrating on the dresser and laughed at how far it was. He thought Eniola must have put it on vibrate and kept it so far away so it wouldn't wake him but it still did.

He was a light sleeper.

"Hola, Luca?" He answered after clearing his throat from sleep.

"Buenas tardes, jefe. Were you asleep? I'm sorry if I woke you up." The boy's tiny voice rang from the phone.

"It's fine. Have you found Miguel?"

"I have seen him at the hotel. He says Alvaro asks us to stay put?" Tobias could not miss the falter in his tone as he mentioned Alvaro. He could also hear low voices in the background.

"Yes, I instructed him to tell you that. Are the others with you?"

"Ah, yes. Luis, Mateo, Ole and some other men are here too—"

"Tell him about her!"

"Yeah won't you tell him about her?"

"Mateo, Luis rompió el teléfono!" Mateo, Luis broke the telephone!

"I haven't seen that telephone in my whole life!"

"Puta, you're holding it right now."

"And what is your point?"

"Who?" Tobias questioned after pinching the bridge of his nose, mildly irritated by the banter between the full grown men.

"Aunt Rebecca. She was here a while ago but got a hold of Alvaro and left." Ah, fuck.

"She's in New York?" He asked quietly, talking to himself. That woman was in Paris just last night.

"Yes boss. She came here shouting that she wants to see you and left after she was able to talk to Alvaro."

Rebecca's arrival always meant trouble. His sister was just as crazy as Eniola. He didn't think he would want them both to be in the same place.

"Esta bien. Take care of yourself... Mateo?"

The mutterings in the background ceased.

"Yes, boss?" The man's voice rang out nervously and Tobias could almost swear he heard him gulp.

"Please keep Franco and Luis from killing themselves?"

"I'll try my best, boss." The man answered, relieved and Tobias hung up.

He sighed as he pushed himself off the bed, looking at the time on his phone. It was 20 minutes past noon. He had wasted half of the day sleeping. Not that he regretted it, he couldn't ignore how light and more alert he felt. His head didn't feel too heavy to keep up.

He stretched and straightened his rumpled t-shirt before heading to the bathroom to clean his face.

He was right.

He did not only feel better, but he looked better too. His skin didn't seem so pale and his cheeks had a little more color to them. The bags under his eyes were barely visible and the redness had lessened too.

Back to being gorgeous, I see.

He swept through his rapidly growing hair and was instantly able to see the dark roots. He badly needed a good box of dye and a trimmer.

He unconsciously ran his tongue over his lips and was a bit taken aback by how sweet they tasted.

His eyes had never been so wide once realized what had happened.

He took deep breaths in front of the mirror and cleared his throat multiple times.

"Oh my God."

His brain was fully functioning. He was still a bit sleep deprived but not too much to not know the severity of what had happened.

Did she enjoy it? Was I a good kisser?

"I barely even kissed back." He harshly replied himself.

It almost felt like his first kiss and even then he was in no way nervous. This time was different.

He was frightened.

Did she regret it and leave before I woke up?

She wasn't on his bed when he got up. Or was she? He hesitantly looked outside the bathroom and into the bedroom and at the empty bed.

She did leave. Of course, she did.

He shook his head in disbelief. She couldn't really leave her own house because of a bad kiss. If anything, she would just kick him out.

He felt he deserved that. At least.

He splashed his face with water a few... Thousand times and proceeded to brush his teeth. Just in case she wanted to experiment again. He would not object. Never.

He felt and heard a small bass vibration as he nervously made his way down the stairs.

She was not in her room and he had knocked a couple of times before peering in and seeing no one there.

"Hey, did the music wake you up? I'm sorry, I'll turn it down." She suddenly called, dusting her flour covered hands and the green apron she was wearing.

He watched her for a few good seconds, not entirely familiar with the thought of seeing her doing something so level headed.

"No, I was—" He started to say but was needless as she had already made her way to the huge home theater system and turned down the volume knob.

"It's all good now, you can go back to sleep." She smiled softly at him before trying to tuck her untamed hair into the satin scarf she had on.

"I was going to tell you that I was already awake. The music had nothing to do with it." With the little he heard, he could tell it was an upbeat song. He was not sure he liked it. "What song was that?"

"Oh, Super Bass by Nicki Minaj? You know her?" Eniola asked and he shook his head. "You hungry? I'm not sure you had dinner last night, I left some in the fridge for you but Varo ate them this morning. Ate every single bite and had the nerve to tell me it was overcooked." She complained as she led him to the kitchen.

Tobias set his eyes on the perfectly shaped cookies that had his name, Clara and Varo's on them with the most beautiful decorations.

"These are very beautiful." He complimented honestly, surprised at how good her pastry skills had become. Even the cursive in the name writing was elegant. Very different from her odd writing.

"They are! I was a bit bored so I just thought I would do something nice for you and my guests."

She didn't think of me as a guest. He smiled inwardly.

"I'm sure they'll really appreciate it. Varo especially." He looked at the one with a blue layer and Tobi written in white in appreciation. It was obvious she spent a lot of time on his and Clara's own and not Varo's. He smugly looked at the latter whose name was a bit crooked in all four cookies.

"Can I have one?" He asked for his name.

"No!" Eniola chided from the sink where she washed her hands. "Until you have lunch. I made fried rice. It's a Sunday ritual I do with Francine." She laughed nervously as she wiped her hands dry and went to the stove.

"I would have liked it if we ate with Clara and Varo but since they are not here, I could keep theirs." She said as she poured some rice into a chinaware.

"Thank you." He said just in time to feel his phone vibrate in his pocket.

He hesitantly clicked the message notification icon to see that Varo had sent him pictures. It was definitely his property.

The outside had two pillars supporting it, adding an Olympian feel to it. The walls were made of marble tiles and there was a set of basic furniture in the house already. A huge space where Varo had captioned 'gym' was empty and bare with polished wooden flooring. The house had different accents of white, cream and dark. He had almost forgotten what it looked like.

Just as he was about to show Eniola, a nagging voice stopped him.

Surely she would realize that the house was too big and extravagant for just a group of men. Few of them which she would meet in court the next day.

He didn't want her to be so clueless when she met them or if anything happened at the trial. He wanted her to be at least prepared and to do that, he would need to tell her.

"Princess?" He called to the woman that had just dropped a dish in front of him.

"Yeah?" She seemed so engrossed in the food she was about to eat.

Maybe it could wait—

No.

"There's something I need to tell you."

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