Day 1
__PDV Nieke__
Wednesday 01, 10 AM.
I get out of the car, letting my gaze wander in search of our jet, which I spot immediately. I approach Clev, greet him, and then I pull Allya's hair, who dazzles me with a smile.
A month without her is long.
I remain still, watching the Exus van arrive slowly. I see them get out: Ricci, Lessimo, then Kira.
My face, impassive as usual, hides an inner storm as I see Kira observing Clev without any restraint.
What I love too much inevitably ends up broken.
They pass by us, greet us, and take Allya, who will explain the plan for these 30 days.
Their mood is gloomy, and I understand them a bit. Nashtia Lessimo, their protégé, will be under Clev's responsibility in the coming hours. I will be staying with Kira for 30 days.
It has an uncontrollable effect on me.
The Exus don't hold me in their hearts, but they should rather worry about Nashtia, who stays with Clev. Him, who easily loses control in the face of people's incompetence.
Ace approaches, his gray eyes fixed on me as if warning me.
- I'm telling you this, even though you already know, I want her. I say, watching her stand next to me to watch them talk with Allya. That little ball of energy.
He nods, but a dull irritation rises in me. The decision weighs heavily, and I know this question will not be without consequences. Clev knows how to observe.
- Who are you talking about, among them? As soon as he finishes speaking, I meet his gaze full of insinuation.
- The blonde. I swear between my teeth, my jaw clenched, focusing on her.
Seeing me buried in my silence, he turns his head towards me. I read in his eyes a cold relief, and I fix him with the same feeling.
I burst out laughing suddenly while remaining still, playing with the ring on my bandaged hand, the other in my pocket.
- Well, Clev, I never would have believed it. I spit out between amusement and astonishment, my features relaxed.
I lose my laughter as I sweep my eyes over her in the distance, smiling at Ricci. They are very... close, the two of them. It would have been better if he stayed here, him!
She holds her stomach and pretends to wipe away a tear, so shaking is her laughter. Then she regains her seriousness, focusing on Lessimo, watching him speak attentively.
She is so intriguing that it seems she plays with people's minds; it's almost cruel. Too cruel for my condition.
- Clev, Lessimo has managed to shake your shell. In our world, vulnerability is a luxury. I look at him impassively, but still surprised that he doesn't speak, confirming everything.
- Furz first. He exclaims firmly, looking at his watch.
I show an emotion, anger.
- Shut up, Élénéa is just waiting to be in your bed, to be your girlfriend, or worse, the mother of your children. I spit in response to his phrase, which must seem so proper to him, being the one who follows the rules to the letter. To others, Clev.
- Élénéa is not an option. He tells me, quickening his pace to get a little closer to Exus. I follow him, then he stops when I huff, a sign that I will be serious.
- Not for you! But for Matvei, yes! It's my first real advice as a cousin. I say as he anchors his gaze in mine, looking at me seriously.
- It's not just curiosity, Clev, don't be stupid. You are worth more. I finish calmly, ignoring his emotions.
Becoming obsessed like me is impossible for him; he knows it, but the idea of seeing him follow a path I took before displeases me.
My gaze drifts towards her, who hugs her allies with carefree happiness. She takes Ricci in her arms, and I fixate on her silly smile. He will leave with her, but she hugs him anyway.
He is a problem.
- Kheïl, it's nothing. I shift my attention back to Clev, ignoring his phrase that supports my annoyance at seeing her in his arms.
- It's just that she intrigues me more than normal, and no, I'm not fooling myself. I explain so he doesn't get me more riled up than I already am.
- The contract above all, Kheïl. We will see each other in 30 days or sooner, and I warn you, don't become uncontrollable. He finishes without any emotion, turning his back on the jet doors.
The effort he just made for me occupies my mind; after all, she is just a woman. A harm.
Harm, a word that suits her perfectly.
I begin to walk away as the doors close. I hear Kira's heels behind me. My harm.
Lost in my thoughts, I don't notice when she sits in the other corner of the seat, while the three seats near me are empty.
I will do anything for Furz, just as this girl will surely do anything for Exus.
It is on this thought that I get up to finally sit next to her, who analyzes me with her green eyes filled with hatred. Her body language signals to me that she has tensed up because of me, manifesting negatively.
I gently grasp her hand so she doesn't react, bringing it up to her neck, around which I wrap my fingers with a softness previously unknown.
Her neck, thus exposed, is an invitation to succumb to temptation, an irresistible call to the forbidden. I lean my face closer, ready to leave a kiss there.
But I feel the cold of her weapon on my thigh. I lower my eyes; she is not pointing it at me, but she alerts me that it is coming soon.
I slowly pull back, my eyes narrowed, ready to burst out laughing when I see her face all red.
Her lower lip trembles, her eyes filled with a disorder mixed with desire and hatred.
I lose my smile as I feel completely tight in my pants. I run my left hand over my face, removing it from the seat behind her head at the same time.
I get up to return to my place while remaining impassive, hiding a damn desire to make her scream my name.
I want her in every way, DAMN.
She pushes away in a funny way. If it's like that, she won't push anyone else away.
Not when even her refusal is a call, a tension that could turn into something much more dangerous.
I've noticed, she hates me, moya Zlaya, but I attract her.
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Wednesday 01, 10 AM.
I get out of the car, letting my gaze wander in search of our jet, which I spot immediately. I approach Clev, greet him, and then I pull Allya's hair, who dazzles me with a smile.
A month without her is long.
I remain still, watching the Exus van arrive slowly. I see them get out: Ricci, Lessimo, then Kira.
My face, impassive as usual, hides an inner storm as I see Kira observing Clev without any restraint.
What I love too much inevitably ends up broken.
They pass by us, greet us, and take Allya, who will explain the plan for these 30 days.
Their mood is gloomy, and I understand them a bit. Nashtia Lessimo, their protégé, will be under Clev's responsibility in the coming hours. I will be staying with Kira for 30 days.
It has an uncontrollable effect on me.
The Exus don't hold me in their hearts, but they should rather worry about Nashtia, who stays with Clev. Him, who easily loses control in the face of people's incompetence.
Ace approaches, his gray eyes fixed on me as if warning me.
- I'm telling you this, even though you already know, I want her. I say, watching her stand next to me to watch them talk with Allya. That little ball of energy.
He nods, but a dull irritation rises in me. The decision weighs heavily, and I know this question will not be without consequences. Clev knows how to observe.
- Who are you talking about, among them? As soon as he finishes speaking, I meet his gaze full of insinuation.
- The blonde. I swear between my teeth, my jaw clenched, focusing on her.
Seeing me buried in my silence, he turns his head towards me. I read in his eyes a cold relief, and I fix him with the same feeling.
I burst out laughing suddenly while remaining still, playing with the ring on my bandaged hand, the other in my pocket.
- Well, Clev, I never would have believed it. I spit out between amusement and astonishment, my features relaxed.
I lose my laughter as I sweep my eyes over her in the distance, smiling at Ricci. They are very... close, the two of them. It would have been better if he stayed here, him!
She holds her stomach and pretends to wipe away a tear, so shaking is her laughter. Then she regains her seriousness, focusing on Lessimo, watching him speak attentively.
She is so intriguing that it seems she plays with people's minds; it's almost cruel. Too cruel for my condition.
- Clev, Lessimo has managed to shake your shell. In our world, vulnerability is a luxury. I look at him impassively, but still surprised that he doesn't speak, confirming everything.
- Furz first. He exclaims firmly, looking at his watch.
I show an emotion, anger.
- Shut up, Élénéa is just waiting to be in your bed, to be your girlfriend, or worse, the mother of your children. I spit in response to his phrase, which must seem so proper to him, being the one who follows the rules to the letter. To others, Clev.
- Élénéa is not an option. He tells me, quickening his pace to get a little closer to Exus. I follow him, then he stops when I huff, a sign that I will be serious.
- Not for you! But for Matvei, yes! It's my first real advice as a cousin. I say as he anchors his gaze in mine, looking at me seriously.
- It's not just curiosity, Clev, don't be stupid. You are worth more. I finish calmly, ignoring his emotions.
Becoming obsessed like me is impossible for him; he knows it, but the idea of seeing him follow a path I took before displeases me.
My gaze drifts towards her, who hugs her allies with carefree happiness. She takes Ricci in her arms, and I fixate on her silly smile. He will leave with her, but she hugs him anyway.
He is a problem.
- Kheïl, it's nothing. I shift my attention back to Clev, ignoring his phrase that supports my annoyance at seeing her in his arms.
- It's just that she intrigues me more than normal, and no, I'm not fooling myself. I explain so he doesn't get me more riled up than I already am.
- The contract above all, Kheïl. We will see each other in 30 days or sooner, and I warn you, don't become uncontrollable. He finishes without any emotion, turning his back on the jet doors.
The effort he just made for me occupies my mind; after all, she is just a woman. A harm.
Harm, a word that suits her perfectly.
I begin to walk away as the doors close. I hear Kira's heels behind me. My harm.
Lost in my thoughts, I don't notice when she sits in the other corner of the seat, while the three seats near me are empty.
I will do anything for Furz, just as this girl will surely do anything for Exus.
It is on this thought that I get up to finally sit next to her, who analyzes me with her green eyes filled with hatred. Her body language signals to me that she has tensed up because of me, manifesting negatively.
I gently grasp her hand so she doesn't react, bringing it up to her neck, around which I wrap my fingers with a softness previously unknown.
Her neck, thus exposed, is an invitation to succumb to temptation, an irresistible call to the forbidden. I lean my face closer, ready to leave a kiss there.
But I feel the cold of her weapon on my thigh. I lower my eyes; she is not pointing it at me, but she alerts me that it is coming soon.
I slowly pull back, my eyes narrowed, ready to burst out laughing when I see her face all red.
Her lower lip trembles, her eyes filled with a disorder mixed with desire and hatred.
I lose my smile as I feel completely tight in my pants. I run my left hand over my face, removing it from the seat behind her head at the same time.
I get up to return to my place while remaining impassive, hiding a damn desire to make her scream my name.
I want her in every way, DAMN.
She pushes away in a funny way. If it's like that, she won't push anyone else away.
Not when even her refusal is a call, a tension that could turn into something much more dangerous.
I've noticed, she hates me, moya Zlaya, but I attract her.
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The jet hums softly as it begins to taxi down the runway, and I can feel the anticipation in the air. The world outside blurs as we take off, and I find myself lost in thought, replaying the moments with Kira in my mind.
Her defiance is intoxicating, and I can't help but admire her spirit. She is a puzzle I want to solve, a challenge I am eager to take on. But I also know that this game we are playing is dangerous.
I glance over at her, and she catches my eye, her expression a mix of defiance and something else—something that hints at the possibility of desire lurking beneath her anger.
The jet levels off, and I lean back in my seat, crossing my arms. I can feel the tension between us, thick and electric.
- You think you can intimidate me? She finally speaks, her voice steady despite the underlying tremor of emotion.
- Intimidate? No, Kira. I want to see how far you can go. I reply, my tone teasing, but my heart races at the thought of what lies ahead.
She narrows her eyes at me, and I can see the fire within her. It's a dangerous game we're playing, but I can't help but be drawn to her.
- You have no idea what you're getting into, Kheïl. She warns, her voice low and dangerous.
- Oh, I think I do. I smirk, leaning closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. I want to know everything about you.
Her breath hitches, and for a moment, I see a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. But it's gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that familiar defiance.
- You think you can just waltz in here and take what you want? She challenges, her voice rising slightly.
- I don't take what I want, Kira. I make it mine. I reply, my gaze locked onto hers, unyielding.
The air between us crackles with tension, and I can feel the heat radiating from her. She is a storm, wild and unpredictable, and I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
As the jet continues its journey, I know that this is just the beginning. The next 30 days will be a test of wills, a battle of desires, and I am more than ready to play.
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