The unC.R.I.M.E

Chapter 10

At first I thought I was hearing things; the constant soft sound of knocking. I was busy shopping online, trying to buy gifts for my family, so I was mildly distracted from the outside world. But then after a few minutes I was sure it wasn't my imagination and stood up from the couch.

I stretched, hearing the satisfying pop of my bones as I started to walk to the front door. I thought it might be Leonardo, which would irritate me because it's only been an hour and a half since he left, which meant things didn't go so well.

"Oh no, oh no, no, no," I said as I shook my head and looked outside the glass door, seeing none other than Czar, "nope, I'm not doing this."

"Come on," he said as he had his one arm behind his back and looked at me with somewhat of a pleading expression mixed with cockiness.

I groaned and went to unlock and open the door. I didn't open it for him though, just enough for me to peek my head out and look at him, "what are you doing here and how did you know I was here?" I asked and I saw him remove his arm from behind his back and he held up a big brown bag.

"I figured you'd be hungry," he chuckled and winked at me and I hated that I was flattered.

I was hungry and I didn't know how to cook. I was planning on getting some food delivered after I was done with my online shopping.

"Is that so?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow and he nodded.

"Don't worry," he shrugged, "the food is halal."

"Thank you," I reached for the food and he pulled his arm back and shook his head at me.

"We eat this together," he said with a smile and I struggled to come back to reality because of how beautiful his smile was.

I stood there thinking about it before I finally gave in, "you're only welcome for half an hour, then you must leave," I told him strictly as I opened the door wider and stepped back for him to enter. I closed the door behind him, taking in a deep breath of his cologne that brought back the memories from yesterday inside his mustang.

"I've got some chicken hot wings, two pieces of steak and lots of chips," he told me as we both walked into my brother's kitchen.

"Let's sit on the floor," I told him as I came back from my brother's fridge with a jar of lemonade and grabbed two glasses on the way to the sitting room.

"The floor?" he repeated after me and I nodded, laying down a small blanket and placed down the jug and the glasses, before I sat down with my legs criss-cross and smiled up at Czar.

I patted the space next to me, "come on," I encouraged him and I watched him slip out of his expensive looking shoes. He was all dressed up, looking dangerous and handsome at the same time- a very deadly combination.

I watched as he threw off the jacket he had put lazily on top of his broad shoulders before he sat down across from me and I reached for the food. Taking it out of the packaging and laying it out before the both of us.

"This smells good," I said as the smell wafted to my nose and looked up at Czar, "thank you," I said truthfully as he poured the lemonade into our glasses and we started to eat the food.

"Where's Leonardo?" I asked him, coming to the conclusion that since Czar was here, the party must've ended a long time ago.

Czar held a hot wing in his hands as he looked at me, "he's still at the party," he spoke like it was nothing serious.

"Then why aren't you at the party?" I asked him suspiciously.

"Because I'd much rather be here with you, Dr," his words caught me by surprise and I swallowed my lemonade too quickly and started to choke. I coughed and tried to get a hold of myself.

"So, do you do this for every woman you come across?" I asked him, as I licked my finger of the amazing spices and looked at him with an interested expression.

"Only the ones who are surgeons and can't cook," he chuckled as he looked at me and I shook my head, laughing at that.

"Wait, how do you know that I can't cook?" I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Your brother told me," he answered and I "ahh'ed" because I knew Leonardo had a big mouth on him.

"Thank you for coming in when you did, I was really hungry," I snorted in laughter and then covered my mouth, "sorry. It literally just comes out sometimes."

He chuckled, "it's ok. I think it was really cute."

I rolled my eyes at his comment, "alright, it's been half an hour, it's time for you to leave, Mr Hutcherson."

He was sitting the same way I was sitting and his fingers were just as messy as mine and we had let go and relaxed over the past few minutes that flew by quickly.

"I'd really like to stay," he said to me and I smiled, flattered because that meant he was enjoying his time but I had to remind myself who this was and I didn't want to get anymore closer to him than I am now.

"You're not supposed to be here, Czar," I told him, tilting my head at him, "you know yesterday was the first and last time."

Maybe I was saying this a bit late and I should've said it when he was at the door, but my hungry and greedy ass will be the death of me.

"I thought I told you that I wasn't going anywhere," he responded with a lazy tone, like he'd said it way too many times and he was just repeating himself.

I laughed under my breath, "it's the festive season, you should spend it with your close friends and family," I paused, "I'm ok by myself."

"I know you are, and I know it's the festive season, but I'd rather be here with you than anyone else."

I bit my bottom lip trying to contain my silly smile but it came through and at that moment him and I both just looked at each other with different smiles on our faces, "your smile brightens up my world," he said softly, his voice feeling like a caress in this silent time and I smiled even more, "oh, it got brighter..."

I put up my hands and covered my face shyly, laughing, "stop it, you're making me blush!" I scolded him as I peeked through my fingers and I saw him shake his head at me and hold up his hands in mock surrender.

"I promised myself that I wouldn't fall for your charms, Mr Hutcherson," I told him, frowning at him.

"And how's that working out for you?" he chuckled.

"I don't fall for someone in a matter of a couple of hours, but I know that things can develop after some time together and I have to nip this in the butt."

"What would be so bad about falling for me?"

"A lot. You're everything I don't want in a man."

"And you're everything I never knew I needed. See the difference? Maybe I'm not what you wanted, but rather what you need."

"I'm too old to be running around town with a bad boy, Czar. I'm too old to be getting my heart broken. I'm the kind of woman who wants to get married. I don't want to date, matter of fact, I'm not allowed to date. My religion doesn't allow me and I follow my religion very strictly and I've already broken so many rules with you."

"Rules are meant to be broken, Dr."

I shook my head, "I broke my rules for somebody else before you, Czar, and it didn't turn out so good," I closed my eyes at the memory and then looked at him, "I've never been the same since then..."

"I'll make you better."

"I don't want you to make me anything, Czar. I don't want to get involved with you. I know I'm probably some silly woman you're trying to get into your bed, but that's not me and you'll never be so lucky. Leave while we both still have our dignity."

"I can't fight my desire to be with you, it's taking over me. Trust me, I'd fight it if I could, but I can't and I know that means something. I'm 37 years old and I've never been in love, and I thought I'd never be. But you make me feel s**t that I can't explain."

"We only know each other for less than a week," I shook my head, "why do I feel like it's been a lifetime?"

"I know right."

"You talk a lot."

He chuckled, "if only you knew..."

"Can I ask you something?" he nodded, "after you leave tonight, please don't come back. I don't want to...carry on whatever this is. I don't even want to be friends. I just don't want to. And we're both grown adults, we don't need to beat around the bush. I don't want to see you after this, not at all."

"I don't think I can do that, Dr," he responded with a smirk, looking down at his watch and then at me, "the more you push me, the more I fight you, and I'll continue fighting you."

"Please don't," I shook my head and laughed lightly, but my words honest, "I'm not what you want and you're not what I want. I'm a wife, I want to be a wife and a mother...and you don't seem like the type who'll want to make that commitment."

"You don't know me well enough to make that conclusion."

"Czar..." I decided not to say anything more because I was just repeating myself, "have a lovely night, go and enjoy the rest of it with family."

"I guess I should go," he agreed as he started to stand up and I watched him, before I stood up as well and I handed him his jacket as we both silently walked to the front door, "thank you for tonight, I had a lovely time."

"Thank you for the food," I told him with a small smile and I opened the door, stepping aside for him to leave, "bye."

"When are you leaving?" he asked me and I sighed.

"In three days."

"Goodnight, Dr."

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