Entering the lift with the beer bottle in one hand while the room keycard in the other I press the floor button.

Halfway the lift stops and an old couple enters. They give me a cheering smile and I can only wish I could be as happy as they are.

Soon I reach my floor and head to the hotel room.

Unlocking the door of the room and switching on the lights I get in. If I was in any other mood I would have awed the interior of the room.

Everything is white looking so pure.

But but but now is not the time. Looking around the room I find a mini-fridge inside a side cupboard with a cupboard full of glassware beside it.

Taking the beer bottle and keeping it inside the fridge I take out a bucket of chocolate oreo ice cream.

Yes, I like to eat my emotions away and if you think that the beer bottle is for me so that I can drink-till-I-can't-feel-anything you are so wrong.

I'm done being the only one who has to make choices now it's him who has made it.

After eating the ice cream I look around the room.

I need this to work.

Setting up the room as I have expected, I heave a sigh. Looking up at the watch I notice the time and then switch off the lights. The only thing I need to do now is to wait.

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The door of the room opens allowing some light to illuminate a part of the darkroom.

A smirk finds its way to my face. I look at Eleandro standing at the threshold of the room looking in the dark confused but unfazed.

Didn't took him long to find me.

He casually enters the room along with whom a chilly wind also seeps in sending chills down my spine when it touches the bare part of my leg.

"Daphne? Are you here? "

He claps twice and the lights switch on. He locks the door and then looks at me standing near the window.

"Jenna said you weren't feeling well. Did something happen? " he asks with fake concern and detective eye.

I give him a sweet smile and say the exact words I have thought of. "Just wanted to get away from the crowd...and maybe steal some alone time for us. "

My fingers slowly reaches his biceps and then slowly move downwards as I see his eyes following my fingers.

This is so going to work. I hope it does.

I retract my fingers just before I reach his wrist so that he cannot hold my hand and go to sit on the bed.

His eyes silently follow me and then fall on the bottle of beer kept on the table.

"Were you drinking? "

A smile threatens to find way to my lips as he says the exact words I hoped he would say when he sees the bottle.

"Eh,  no that's for us to celebrate our 'engagement'."

He smiles hearing my words and I can practically see him getting drunk and spilling out his secrets.

He grabs the bottle and pops it open, pouring it into two glasses. He offers me one and takes the other one.

"You know Daphne never volunteer to act ever again. I don't know how long can I keep on with your script. "

The smile which has somehow formed on my lips vanishes and I look at him standing in front of him with one hand inside his pocket and the other holding the glass with a stupid,  stupid smirk.

"So I figured you wanted me to get drunk but care to explain to me why? Wanted to take advantage of me? " he says in a playful tone while my brain registers that now I'll never get to know what he has been hiding, ever. Because let's be real. The right time he has been waiting for will never come.

He realizes the seriousness of the situation as he looks at the tears I'm trying to blink away and all his playfulness leaves. He keeps the glass on the table and then sits on his knees in front of me.

"Hey,  everything okay? "

That's all it took for me to snap.

"No, everything is not okay. Stop with all this fake concern. I'm not one of your previous submissives that will be just fine with everything you do and couldn't look right through you. Stop lying on my face, please. I'm tired of this. Tell me what you are hiding. "

He looks at me with a pale face. "You heard us. How much did you hear?"

I chuckle humourlessly and reply, "Didn't much just left right before you and her were going to start making out. Now tell me what are you hiding."

I stare at him while he replies, "Daphne you don't need to know it. It will just mess the things up. My past is crazy. "

"So is mine and so do is everyone's. Everyone has done things they aren't proud of but they overcome it. You don't get to tell me what I need and needn't know. Just be honest already!"

He takes a deep breath and then replies, "What do you want to know?"

I calm down when I hear how defeated he sounds and think maybe I should continue this conversation later but after debating for a second I retreat my hand.

It's now or never.

"Everything. Why me? How you know so much about me? Why did you shift to London? Why I'm here? And why Jenna is so uptight regarding me? "

I can see that he is struggling to tell me by the way his eyes seem so distant but I don't make any move to comfort him instead I wait, wait for him finally reveal, everything.

"Remember the first time you met me in the hospital when you saved my mother, just one and a half years before from now? "

I nod even though I know that its a rhetorical question.

"That wasn't the first time we met it, it was two months before that. I went to London to sign a deal and we bumped on the street. You were in so much hurry that you just picked up your handbag, apologized without even giving me a glance, and moved on. But I noticed how your eyes held so many emotions and I felt something, a desire to know you. "

I look at him like a creep while my brain continuously shouts.

Stalker. Stalker. Stalker.

"The deal went well and I planned on shifting there for some time. During that time mother came to meet me and then you know how we met, again. Although this time I couldn't help myself and know more about you. I basically wanted to find myself a submissive so when I saw your clean profile with not even a past relationship I understood that Bdsm stands no chance."

I couldn't help myself and ask, "So how am I here as your fiance slash submissive? "

"I'm coming to that. " he sighs and runs his hand through his hair. " With your file, I also got some photos. I told my servant to remove the file but he forgot to remove the pictures and mother and Jenna saw it. I couldn't explain them anything and my mother eventually thought you are my girlfriend. I had no choice so I just confirmed it."

I look me in the eye but I don't utter a single word, encouraging him to continue.

"I started keeping tabs on you just to know that mother, Jenna and you don't happen to cross paths ever till they are in London. I thought when they will return I will tell them we broke up and things will be normal but that's when things went downhill.
Mother reports came. The doctors said that she is physically fine but since the injuries were on the head we can't give her stress. My mother was and still dealing with my father's shit I didn't want to stress her anymore so I told her the only thing that came to my mind which would make her happy. I told her we got engaged. "

My heart starts beating faster as I see the whole story unveil in front of me.

"I wanted just one chance so that I convince you t--"

I cut him furiously, "You just needed one moment when I'm at my most vulnerable point to show up as my shining armor and then drop the big bomb. "

He looks at me ashamed.

"I did what I had to do to save my mother. "

I laugh humourlessly and say, "Mother? You think you did this for Suzzane, huh? Then how come the BDSM thing came up? The doctor also told you that to save your mother you need to be dominant? "

"I wanted to bring you in my mess legally but there isn't a law where I can ask you to be with me for a period of time. I have signed Bdsm contracts before and have seen them with the time limits so that was my only option. "

"So after six months you will just go and say, 'hey mother, sorry we broke up'."

"Doctors said she needs four more months to heal completely, maximum five. Till then Jenna and I will clean Tyler's mess too. After six months I'll tell her, that we couldn't stay together when she is completely healed because honestly, I don't think she can handle it now that her son is breaking off an engagement again."

He said the last part so softly that I almost think I'm hearing things until I see him looking at me wide-eyed as if he made a mistake.

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