Zain woke up from his deep sleep in a unfamiliar place. The bed is too soft, smells too feminine and the cabin ( he doesn't remember being in the cabin but in a forest shot and in the brink of death) He remembers he's on his way to death door lying in his own blood. The door opens and his gaze locks in on her. "You're awake" she walk up to him, smiling. He stares at her deeply, wondering why such a beautiful lady like her would save such a dangerous man like him, not that she knows. "Where am I?" he asked sternly. "My cottage, don't worry no one knows you're here. You're injuries are in good hands with me" she says putting down her basket full of herbs. He nod feeling parched he took a chug of water that is sitting beside the bed. He feels something, for once not a monster not a discarded piece. He rubs at his chest feeling something he doesn't understand. He doesn't do emotional, doesn't hesitate to kill anyone and always complete his mission without any problems but her, he wouldn't, no he couldn't kill her or though of hurting her. "What's your name?" he sternly ask. She pats his head and he lets her, shockingly. "My name is Ashya" she smile and its the first someone has ever smiled at me, with no malice at all.

Okay.. I'm not an impulsive person, but damn it. I need it. The alcohol and the strong explosion of anger and resentment because I just found out my boyfriend now ex-boyfriend cheated on me with 3 girls. Ha! What a piece of garbage! Flushed face, slurry words, that is my situation right fucking now. hmm.. when's the last time I every gotten this far drunk off?..nevaurr!! Since I'm being impulsive.. I fish out my phone in my purse, fumbling it till I found the number that's been on my drunk ass mind. Xavier. My Nemesis and a pain in the ass since we we're elementary. I hit the dial button. " Hallo?, Hallo?" " It's the middle of the night, mia cara. Pray, tell me why'd you call me at this hour?". his voice hoarse from sleep? or something else? hmm... "Soooo? whaaat?" "It's seems you are drunk, this is unusual of you", I hear rustling of a blanket and footstep on the other side of the phone. "Fewtch meeee!" Few hours later I feel a warm callous hand brush my cheeks from where I am slumped in a table. " You drank too much, mia cara". "Who care'ssss?, can't ya jest bring me home" whine like a petulant child, must be the alcohol's doing. He didn't hesitate, carrying me in his arms in a bridal carry way. "You better pray, you won't regret this and remember it".

Xion Velázquez, every women's dream guy. he's every girls wants and I also want him. Born from a high class family and I on the other hand, a daughter of their family butler. We would sneak out and play chase when we were young. When puberty hit him he was handsome popular, a perfect suitor and bachelor for every single women out there and including me but I don't think I'm good enough for him.. We went on a vacation on my yacht just the two of us because I like being alone with her. She's my best friend, and the girl I want to marry but how do I tell her how i feel when she doesn't see the hints I leave behind