Mr Dark Desires. Possessives

Go to sleep again

Ayana wakes up when the morning sunlight falls on her face and makes her realize that the day is already so hot.

However, it was not just the blazing sun that made her wake up, but the tight embrace of someone behind her that made Ayana feel not free to move.

When Ayana was fully conscious, she flipped over her body and found Carlos's still-asleep face, right next to her.

Her warm breath caressed Ayana's nape and made her feel something else a little.

Last night, they did nothing. Carlos takes her to his room, but she promises not to do anything more, except sleep. And this man kept his promise.

Ayana rubbed her face and moved her body so that she could look at Carlos face more clearly.

Boldly, Ayana reached out her hand to touch Carlos face, felt his hard jaw under his fingers and also felt his curly, slightly coarse hair.

Ayana's fingers then traced her eyebrows and her high nose, as well as her lips.

Ayana felt that moments like this were very rare. Somehow, he felt comfortable and not depressed over what happened late.

Maybe because of their conversation last night? Or maybe it was because of the way Carlos treated him differently?

I don't know. Ayana is very sure that she is not in love with Carlos. He behaved like this, just to survive, so that his life would not be too miserable, but…

Ayana loves moments like this, especially when Carlos becomes a little open to her and asks her to understand her complicated personality.

Although not everything Carlos said to Ayana, or the reason why Carlos had to quarrel with Juan because of him, but what Ayana had achieved, he said, by getting a little bit of Carlos' trust in him, it was enough to make him feel happy.

They may have the same soul.

Someone who needs others as a place to depend after how hard this world treats them.

Maybe Carlos just needs a place to rest after everything he has done, so does Ayana. How he needed a place to shelter after the bitterness he felt.

'I was very complicated Ayana,' Ayana remembered, it was a word Carlos said after she let go of her gentle kiss.

Before this, Carlos had never kissed Ayana like that. This man kissed her very carefully last night. Makes Ayana doubt herself. Is he really the same Carlos?

Once again, Carlos showed a different side of himself.

'But I want you to understand, ' Carlos said again after saying the first words. He cupped his hands to the two sides of Ayana's face and looked at her deeply.

'Can?'

The question came back to Ayana's mind. Carlos asked for his approval? Even before this, Ayana did not dare to imagine it.

And once again, what Dalia said was true.

Carlos needs someone who can reach himself in adversity and despair.

Regardless of his attitude out there that is famous easy-going and opposite to Juan, but behind his mask it is, Carlos looked colder than Juan and Ayana had seen how much Carlos was very indifferent to the people around him.

And the cruelty and complexity of this man…

Ayana again traced Juan's slightly open lips, to her chin.

Was this really the man who had been tormenting her all this time? But, why did she look so sweet and innocent when she fell asleep like this?

"What are you noticing?"

Ayanas surprised, immediately pulled his hand from Carlos face and prepared to move away, but Carlos managed to catch his hand and trap his body in his arms again.

"I like you touching me." said Carlos in a still sleepy voice, as he put Ayana's hand back into her ear, the place where Ayana last touched him and then buried her face in the nape of Ayana.

Ayana gasped and her body stiffened, with her hands on Carlos' ears but not moving at all.

"I'll make breakfast for you in the morning" said Ayana, trying to free herself from Carlos, but the man pulled her closer.

"Are you hungry?" ask Carlos.

"Mk." Ayana thought for a moment before she replied. "Actually not really," he said in a soft voice.

"I don't either" said Carlos. "Then go to sleep for a little while…"

Their journey to the meeting place where they will board the cruise ship, where they will have a meeting, which Ayana does not know and understand at all, will be done tonight.

This morning, when Ayana woke up again, Carlos had not been by her side, but she left a letter on the table, beside Ayana's bed who told her to prepare and later in the afternoon there will be someone who will deliver the clothes that Ayana will wear before they leave for the meeting place.

Looking at the little letter, Ayana inexplicably smiled. Her heart felt lighter, so Dalia realized that.

"How's it?" dalia asked with a meaningful look. "Is everything going well?"

Ayana smiled shyly at the middle-aged woman and put down a bowl of food for herself and Dalia.

They both cook for lunch and this time, Carlos no longer locks Ayana in the room.

Of course, this is one of the things that makes Ayana's mood so much better.

"I should have listened to your words from the beginning," Ayana said as she sat on the barstool and put down her drinking glass.

"I told you, didn't I? Handling Carlos is not as difficult and terrible as you might imagine" Dalia said triumphantly as Ayana admitted her words were true. "She is just a lonely figure and once she takes an interest in you, it will be very easy for you to melt her heart."

Ayana smiles.

However, if Ayana does not experience all that, she may not come with this kind of initiative, and will live in a shadow of fear.

Everything has consequences.

"Ah, I forgot, I have to call someone," said Dalia. "You eat first" he said, rushing away.

Ayana just smiled seeing the middle-aged woman go away.

However, before the kitchen door closed, another figure entered the room, and Ayana immediately recognized him.

"Abby," said Ayana kindly.

"So, your relationship with Carlos has improved, huh?" asked with a little cynical, from the smell that was smelled, Ayana can make sure that this woman was drunk.

What happened to him to decide to get drunk during the day like this?

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