"You are crazy!" Accused my sister, Roselyn.

Ignoring the obvious statement, I kept scrolling through the article I was reading about the well known designer Talia Del La Rue who also happened to be roaming in my brain for the past two days.

"I'm serious dude! You are stalking her!!!"

"I'm not stalking her..." I muttered under my breath while still looking at the screen.

"YOU ARE!!! I mean, look at yourself!! You already know everything about her and it had only been two days since you met her!!!" She said raising her hand in frustration.

I did...know everything about her. But it's because she knew about my...'condition' and she could use it against me so I needed to confirm that she is not a threat.

"Well, that's not true. I still don't know her motive." I said, finally making eye contact.

"She doesn't have a motive for God's sake!!! Look, I know that you find every bit of information about people you find suspicious but there's nothing suspicious about her!!! She is just an fashion designer who happened to find you at your lowest!"

"We'll see about that." I said while grabbing my keys and standing up.

~~~♡~~~

I waited as I sat on one of the comfortable and luxurious sofas in Talia's office. It was one of the most modest and well designed office I have seen. Walls, painted in pastel pink with intricate details scribbled over them, colour coded furniture and wooden flooring that tied it all up together. I had seen more fancy and big offices but none classy ones like this. This had a cozy and elegant feel to it.

"I'm so sorry that I'm late! You know how the traffic is." The sweet sound of Talia's voice rang through the hallways but stopped when she saw me.

"W-wh-what are you doing here?" She chocked out from her raising fear.

The waves of her dread radiated to me as well as her addictive scent.

"Is that how you welcome your clients?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Um, I-I sor-sorry! Can how help...?" A drop of sweat crippled down her forehead at the failed attempt of speaking coherent words.

My lips almost curved into a smile when I heard her adorable gibrish. As much as I hated how she was scared of me, I found it cute too. Actually I found her cute, standing there wearing a long flowy pale yellow skirt and white button up shirt which revealed her delicious collar bones. Just want to lick it, bite it and nibble on it. And don't even get me started on that long neck...

"Well, I needed a custom made tux." I said, smiling and not letting my fantasies take over.

"Oh! Okay! Sure! You can describe how you want it and I will get it ready!" She said trying to sound composed while scrambling to sit down on her chair but I could still see her long fingers shaking where she held the pen.

~~~♡~~~

I couldn't say the appointment went well but I don't mind it. There wasn't anything suspicious about her except her fear for me. The girl was practically shaking the whole time and avoided making contact by staring at her notes about how I like my pair of tux. But I didn't exactly point it out because why would I? I found it endearing that she was visibly terrified of me.

Honestly, I couldn't even remember what I said as I was too distracted by the perfect picture of beauty being seated in front of me quaking from me. Something about her was driving me crazy. Crazier than I already was. I can't pinpoint what it was. But her blushing cheeks were like kerosene to my wild fantasies.

It might feel just like a professional meeting for any normal stranger but I wasn't. So, I got to know a lot about her between the not-so casual talks. But it somehow didn't feel enough. The things I knew about her was what was on the record. Sure, I knew where she lived, about her friends and what was her favourite colour, food and her favourite books but it was just not enough. She was special and I needed to know how. So I did what anyone would do, use my connections to know where her next public appearance would be and attend that event.

It was just to make sure she isn't a threat, that's it.

But there wasn't any event for a while, so, I went to her favourite Cafe and am currently waiting to bump into her.

"Well, well, well if it isn't Xaider Aalders." I guy called out to me from the behind.

Huh, the audacity of that disrespectful bastard. I turned around to see the bold peace of shit but found the smug face of Mason.

"Well, well, well if it isn't Mason fucking Krause." I mimicked.

Mason Krause, a 'friendly competent' of our company. But only...nothing about this rivalry is friendly.

He fixed his position under my glar and asked with that signature smug smile.

"Waiting for someone?"

What I would do to punch off that smile from his face. But the main point is, how did this asshole know that I was waiting for someone? Just as I was about to say no, Talia's laughter filled the whole Cafe with brightness.
You gotta be shitting me!

She stopped at her tracks, the vibration of the laughter fading away, she stared at us in terror. I looked at her, my features automatically soften by the sight of her face and noticed her shoulder relax a little. It was a small gesture that nobody would notice except me and I knew my face was less manacing now.

"I guess I found the answer. I better be going." Mason muttered and left.

I didn't look at him because of how much I want to beat the fuck out of his face, insted I kept eye contact with Talia. As I relished in the hue of purple wonder, I heard someone softly clear their throat. Both are heads snapped up to the person.

"Hi! I'm Nichole!! Talia's bestbud!!!" The girl standing next to Talia introduced herself extending her hand for me to shake animetedly.

I took it and as I was about to introduce myself she stopped me.

"I know who you are!!! I mean, who doesn't know you? You are Xaiden Aalders, right?"

"Ya." I answered with a stiff nod.

I turned to Talia who standing still like a beautiful statue with that wide eyed cuteness.

"So...we meet again!" I said with what seemed like a polite smile.

"Y-ya! Fifth time." Talia said looking a little nauseated.

I peeked through the corner of my eyes to find Nichole busy ordering something.

"Ya, I was hoping if I could get your number to check on my tux. As you know that I have a event on Friday and I want to get it done by then." I asked.

To which Nichole's head proped up in interest and she answered behalf of Talia.

"Ya sure!!!" She snatched my phone and typed her number then handed it to me.

I already had her number so I didn't need to check but I did texted 'hi' just to not seem suspicious.

~~~♡~~~

I was checking my cleared schedule when I received a text from Talia.

Talia
Hey!

Me
Hey, what's up?

Talia
Just wanted you to know that your tux is ready.

Something died in my heart when I read that. Something really little.

Me
Oh. Thanks! I'll pick it up Wednesday.

Talia
Ok! So, what were you doing?

Now, something flickered in my heart.

Me
Working. You?

Talia
Watching a movie.

The vision of Talia watching a movie in pajamas while her hair piled up in bun crossed my mind and made me feel something.

Me
Which one?

Talia
Sleeping beauty.

Me
Oh. I guessed.

Talia
Excuse me?

Fuck! She was chatting with me for the first time and I fucked up!!