Serpent Twins: The Fall

Soaring Over Cataracta

Kimberly’s POV:

I felt an instant amusement reading Alexander’s message in less than five minutes after leaving the cemetery. I didn’t open the message yet, but the message appeared on the screen when I was driving back to my apartment. I’ve never been to the Italian restaurant that Alexander mentioned. I thought he would bring me somewhere more private and quiet, so I would decline his choice, but he surprised me by his choice. The restaurant is located at East Harlem, only ten minutes away from my apartment, and it’s famous as being fully booked through the year by regular customers and even some people tried to buy a reservation at auctions. He will pick me up at 06:00 p.m., so I still have enough time to go back and take a shower. I told him to wait for me downstairs later, as I don’t feel comfortable about inviting him in.

I was sitting and staring at my phone, while he called me at 05:50 p.m. I picked up and told him I was coming down. I took a glance at my appearance on the mirror on my living room’s wall, I was wearing a medium sleeve brown abstract-print chiffon dress with an olive tiny belt, I paired my look with dark olive suede long boots. I took my brown long coat and clutch, then walked out of my apartment. I was putting on my coat, thinking about to change my dress, as the doorman greeted me with wide smile, asking whether I am on a date. I didn’t want to look overly dressed up, but I did. Then I saw him leaning at a black Maserati sedan. He took my hand, smiling, and kissed me on cheek.

“You look so beautiful, Kimberly,” he whispered it on my ear, making me shuddered.

He looked strikingly handsome himself, with turtle neck grey cashmere sweater over his shirt, long grey coat, and dark grey pants. He styled his blonde a side hair neatly, with shiny green eyes and pale complexion, he is almost surreal.

“Likewise, Alexander,” I smiled and blushed.

He opened the front passenger door, and closed it after I was sitting inside and he went to the driver seat.

“No more driver tonight?” I asked him softly, feeling glad that no one would hear or see my nervousness, but Alexander.

He looked at me in the eyes and smiled sweetly, “I want to be alone with you.”

But you chose a noisy restaurant instead. 

Thank God, though. Alexander gave me somewhat nervous feeling all the time.

“I thought you’re going to decline if I take you somewhere romantic and private as this isn’t a date,” he said and took a glance at me.

He knew. 

I looked away, biting my lips. I saw same symbol as the one in the limo on the headrests of the back seat. So, the interior was customized also, with nearly all black leather.

“What is this symbol, if I may ask?” I pointed to my headrest.

“It’s a house symbol,” he answered in short, but his jaw was clenched. 

So, he doesn’t like me to ask about his family, what else shouldn’t I ask? His marital status?

Suddenly I felt a bit offended as we were kissed and now going out, but he seemed to not want me to ask about him. 

Why did he take me out? Over curiosity only?

I looked at my fingers, unconsciously fidgeting. But it could be also mean that he is the member of some royal house, that would be probably the most logical answer. Canada has monarchy structure, so it does make sense. Still, none of his vehicle plate is assigned as diplomatic one.

Could he be a secret prince?

 I almost laughed to my wild imagination.

“In time, you will know about me, only if you’re really interested, Kimberly,” he suddenly broke the silence, gazing at me.

Oh. 

I smiled at him and saw the restaurant in a corner of brick building with bright red doors and windows. Someone opened my door as soon as the car stopped. I went out as Alexander let the man driving his car away. 

They have valet.

Alexander took my hand to have arm in arm stepping inside together. A friendly security guard helped us to open the door for us and the staff inside welcomed and stored our coats before escorting us to our table by the window. All tables except two tables next to us were empty. We sat and he gave us the menu to look at. The restaurant’s interior is in dark wood and red leather booth, with many picture frames on its walls. The ambience is elegant, but warm.

“Do you find something delicious, Kimberly?” Alexander asked me while he was reading the menu and I secretly gazed into his chiseled nose and a pair of firm lips.

My face must be red now, but I was sure he wasn’t looking at me. So, perhaps he talked about the food here. I already made a choice as I browsed the menu online while waiting for him. I wanted to try broiled lemon chicken or meatballs, but I couldn’t decide which one. I definitely couldn’t eat both. And salad.

“I’d like lemon chicken and Caesar salad, please,” I told the server. 

He attentively nodded, waiting for Alexander to complete the order. I smiled widely when he ordered the meatballs, also a wine for us.

“Happy?” he asked when the waiter left.

I shook my head shyly.

“You may say yes, if you are, Kimberly,” he was smirking.

I knew I shouldn’t compare between the two men, but Dylan made me laugh and I love to make joke with him. Alexander is the opposite, I’m anxious and shy all the time as if his aura is menacingly dominant, but at the same time I’m sexually attracted to him, rather than to Dylan. I tried to compose myself, as my mind started to go filthy. Alexander kept gazing at me, as if he was seeing through my soul.

A server came pouring water and placing complementary bread. 

I cleared my throat, “So, Alexander. As a friend, can you please tell me about yourself or family you have?” I asked, pressing on the F word. 

I want to know, as a friend. No, I need to know with whom I carelessly made out. 

I blushed, thinking about the restroom in the club and wet dream.

“What do you want to know?” he asked back. 

He was furrowing his brow and squinting his green eyes, as if I said something weird.

“Look, you don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable. Do you want to draw limit?” I asked him. 

I don’t want to offend him with my questions, but why couldn’t he just answer most common questions.

“Not necessarily needed, Kimberly,” he was smirking, “I have parents and two siblings. I’m the eldest son. What do you want to know more?”

I want to ask whether he is single but that would be outrageous for me to ask.

“What do you actually do here in New York City?” I finally asked different thing.

“I was working on something here in the States and I came to see my sister here before she went back to Australia,” he said.

“Oh, so your sister lives in Australia? How interesting. Well, how old is she? She must be still in college, right?”

“Yes. Young enough to bug and annoy me,” he was scrunching his nose in disgust. 

I chuckled, “Well, I have little brother who is still in college too in UK. He’s the only brother I have,” I told him, “How about your parents, do they live in Canada as well?”

“No. They’re in Europe.”

“Oh, really? My mom is in Italy with her husband. Um, my parents were divorced when I was in junior high, my dad remarried ten years ago, living in Baltimore,” I told him.

“Was it tough, having divorced parents at young age, Kimberly?” he carefully asked.

I nodded, “Yes, but we all moved on, eventually,” I smiled.

“So, was there anything special happened while I was away?” he asked.

I was about to answer, but hesitate, as I don’t want to get emotional, but Daniel’s death is major thing for me and he met him once. Even in my memory, he kicked him twice.

“You met my friend Daniel in the club, right? He was passed away on the next day,” I told him.

“Was he your ex-boyfriend?” he asked.

“Yes. But I haven’t seen him months before the night,” I muttered sadly.

“You seemed pretty sad,” he said.

I raised my eyebrow in confusion, “Obviously.”

“I’m sorry, Kimberly. I didn’t know he meant something for you,” he held my hands and squeezed them, but the way he stared at me was kind of odd. 

I didn’t have a chance to react as our order has arrived.

“Your phone is ringing, Kimberly,” Alexander pointed to my clutch on the table. 

I took out my phone. It’s Dylan. I took a glance to Alexander and awkwardly smiled. I don’t want to pick up, but I also don’t want Alexander seeing me to ignore someone else’s call. So, I received the call and kept my answer in short. I felt bad to Dylan, but I’m with Alexander now. And it’s not like Dylan specifically asked me to be his girlfriend, as we don’t date yet, although he kissed me.

“A friend?” Alexander asked me. 

His tone was calm, but he slightly clenched his jaw.

“Yes,” I replied, “Shall we eat?” I smiled to him.

He didn’t say anything, but nodded. We started to eat in silence. Realizing that I skipped my lunch and the food is exquisite, I quickly finished mine, but Alexander ate only a little. Alexander seemed a bit off, like thinking deeply on something. Pity, the meatballs look tasty. Suddenly he put a slice of meatball into my gawping mouth, so I titled my head to reject. 

Why do they always try to feed me?

“Eat this, Kimberly, so you’re no longer drooling,” he gazed at me, teasing.

Well, why not. So, I opened my mouth and took it.

Yum.

I moaned softly. And I felt his luscious lips on mine for one second.

“Alexander, I was eating!” I closed my mouth with hands in shock. 

I looked around, the restaurant is packed, still except two tables next to us.

He was smirking, “You’re adorable, Kimberly.”

I could feel my cheek was burning as I just realized that I complained because I was eating, not because he kissed me. He pushed his plate on me, as the server cleared my empty plates.

“You barely eat, Alexander,” I told him.

“Are you worrying me, Kimberly?” he kept smirking. 

Oh, God. 

He looked so gorgeous and warm.

“Well, it’s your loss,” I shamelessly took his leftover.

He looked at me with amusement, “Let’s make a toast for Kimberly’s happy tummy.”

I giggled shyly, but rising my glass too, “For our happy tummies.”

I sipped and put it on the table. I’m glad he didn’t order a bottle as I don’t want to drink more, not after what happened the other night. I don’t want him to say cruel things.

“Shall we go?” he asked, after a server cleared my plate.

So soon? Am I boring him? We were only sitting an hour here. Is he angry?

“Let’s go somewhere else before I take you home,” he continued, smirking.

I nodded and smiled. Alexander asked for a check to our server, gave his palladium card, and signed for the check after. Suddenly I recalled the previous moment when he didn’t tip. Alexander looked at me with unreadable gaze and took out some bills onto the check pad. I smiled and we were leaving with him holding my hand tight. His hand is cold, but it felt warm in my heart. I just realized that I am truly attracted to Alexander, no matter how strange his behavior to me or how reserved he is. I even let him to help me to put on my coat, simple thing I hardly let any men do that for me. A valet brought his car and he opened the door for me again.

I’m just every woman.

“Where are we going to, Alexander?” I asked when he was driving, his right hand was gripping mine. I shook my head, realizing this has never been a friendship dinner.

“You said you want to know about me. Just trust me, Kimberly,” he looked at me, smiling and squeezing my hand lightly, then letting go off my hand to make a call. All I could hear was that he was asking if everything is ready. 

He couldn’t possibly kidnap me, right? 

And he held my hand again. Cold hand, but warming me inside.

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It took only twenty-five minutes as we arrived at LaGuardia International Airport and we have been awaited by a beautiful female stewardess. I was so shocked, but he kept asking me to trust him, so I let him to drag me, thankfully he adjusted his steps with mine as I wore two-inch heel boots. It was almost like few minutes and I was already on board, in a sleek private jet. His private jet, as I could see a few of the house symbols again in the interior which mostly in cream, brown, and black. After the plane took off, we were given a glass of plain water, as I requested when the stewardess offered me a drink. I tried to not gawk into the plane, but I did. We were sitting at couch with extended foot step in most private area. I peeked at the back, the plane is even equipped with long sofa and more couch.

“Do you want to sit on the sofa, Kimberly? Or the bed?” he offered, smiling. 

I shook my head right away, “You have bedroom also?”

“Never used it once, though,” he answered.

I gave him a disbelief stare, he was sneering.

“So, where are we going to, Alexander?” I was dying to know, “Tomorrow I have to work, you know.” 

Luckily, I don’t have surgery until the next day.

“You’ll see, Kimberly,” he smiled. 

I like Alexander today, he smiled a lot, unlike the first time we met, he was actually very cold. He looked younger when he was smiling.

“If you’re not going to let me know, I won’t get off from this plane,” I was pouting.

“I’ll carry you down myself if I have to, Kimberly,” he sneered.

I shook my head. Suddenly I remembered how he literally carried me in the restroom. I looked away, trying to forget the flashing memory as I began to feel hot. 

“Come, Kimberly,” he got up and pulled me up passing through the mid-section of the plane to the most corner back, he opened the door, showing up a quite spacious bedroom.

I hit his arm, “Don’t play with me.” 

I didn’t see the stewardess, where is she? This is embarrassing.

“Just lay down there, Kimberly. Take a rest. We still have an hour. I’ll be on the couch,” he smiled innocently.

Oh. Me and dirty thought. 

I bit my lips.

“No, thanks. But I’ll use lavatory,” I got in and closed the door behind and went to the literally bathroom.

What does he or family do to earn this luxurious private jet?And what do I do here? I’m so not myself with him. 

Carla was right. I acted virginal, but on the other hand, I don’t want to give the wrong signal to him. I need to take everything slow. I don’t think Alexander wanted serious relationship as he is only a little older than I am. I have to get a grip to myself.

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The rest of the journey, I saw his previous chauffeur, Andrei, standing next to Alexander who was sitting on his back to me. 

Where did he hide? 

It seemed like the plane is bigger than I thought as it looked sleek and small from the outside. Andrei nodded to my direction without looking at me and went to the front. 

Does he go to the cockpit or is there any secret room somewhere in the plane?

“Hi,” I greeted Alexander when I took a seat in front of him. 

He was smiling.

“I thought there were only five people here, but your chauffeur is here too,” I uttered my mind.

“Andrei is my security personnel, not a chauffeur,” he corrected my assumption.

Oh. Rich people do have bodyguards.

“Why do you need one, please enlighten me?” I asked him curiously.

I have never asked Dylan on this too. 

“Simply for protection and they made our hands mostly clean,” he was grinning, “They could be my other eyes and hands, Kimberly,” he continued.

“Have you been in a situation that actually need such protection?” I moved my body forward, crossing my legs.

“Yes. It was a long time ago, enough to confirm that they are necessity,” he stared at lips, and I began to stare at his. 

We obviously are attracted to each other, but why doesn’t he make any move? 

Perhaps he really wanted to remain friends, with benefit. His lips were twitched. 

“So, you said them, you have more than one?” I tried to divert my attention.

“Yes,” he replied and I clapped my hands in amusement.

If you don’t kiss me now, I won’t let you kiss me ever. 

I moved to lean at the window, seeing the plane was already descending. There are city lights below us.

“Are we arrived, Alexander?” I turned my head to him and he crashed his lips against me, pulling me up to his seat without breaking our kiss. 

I kissed him back slowly. His hard body was pressing against mine, burning me. His hands wrapped my waist, as I wrapped my hands on his neck and then tangled my fingers in his blonde hair. We deepened our kiss, slow and sensual, letting him to explore mine as I slowly sucked his tongue. I could feel his hard manhood was pressed on my thigh, making me shivered. I opened my eyes when he stopped, then I realized that the plane was already landed and stopped. I climbed off and he got up to wear his long coat. The stewardess was standing on the doorway with her head down. And the door was opened.

I tried not to pant, but I was sure I was all red. Alexander helped me to get my clutch and held me down the stairs. I held tight my coat with one hand as the cold weather hit my face. A black car has awaited not very far with a chauffeur opening its door for us. The car left soon after we were sitting at the back seat. Alexander stayed silent, but he squeezed my hand gently. I leaned to him, resting my head on his shoulder. I don’t care if he truly like me or not, I will enjoy this moment. I won’t lie to myself that I began a feeling for him. It took nearly thirty minutes when we arrived at a permanent building with a big hangar-like. The car went directly to the hangar and I saw a helipad with a black sleek helicopter on it.

An hour more from New York City, this could be Buffalo, I finally looked around as I didn’t bother to see anything at the airport and in the car because I was too busy with my mind after the kiss. 

Oh, my God.

“Alexander, you’re thinking what I’m thinking, right? It’s already late,” I started to get anxious. 

Isn’t dangerous to ride on helicopter at night?

He was grinning and pulled me out of the car, “Trust me, Kimberly.”

I wanted to, but I honestly am scared. I tried to let go off my hand from him, but his grip was too tight.

“Alexander,” I started to whimper as we were approaching the helicopter.

There were two men standing, one of them was opening the front door for me. Alexander pushed me on, but I looked at him pleadingly, I’m scared especially sitting at front, but he closed the door. I began to have cold feet and hands when he climbed on to the pilot side.

“Alexander, what are you doing? Do you know how to fly this thing? Please, I can’t,” I almost cried, but he took my hands, pulled me a bit and leaned for a quick kiss to my lips.

“Trust me, Kimberly. Breathe and just look at me,” he calmly said, helping me to put on my seatbelt and place a black aviation headset with a microphone as he did after. 

There are pedals near my feet, but mine couldn’t reach.

“Alexander, don’t you need co-pilot?” I whispered, adjusting the headset.

He looked at me and smiled, “I got his, Kimberly,” he reached out my hands and pat them. 

“Ready?”

“No!” I yelled at him, but he only laughed.

He touched some instrument panels and the rotor blades started rattling, he was holding the T-bar and the aircraft started to airborne. I screamed his name as I saw that just above my feet area is also glass giving more thrilling view. I closed my eyes tightly and held onto my seatbelt strap as a classical music came to my ears. It’s Mozart’s Piano Sonata No 16 in C major. It was soothing me and I started to open my eyes, looking at the city lights were left behind and we were flying over a big river, passing some bridges. I looked at Alexander, he smiled at me.

“Are you okay now?” he asked through microphone.

“I’m still scared, Alex,” I was sulking, then I realized that was the first time calling him Alex. 

I bit my lips, hiding my giggle. My feet were cold and tickled, my heart was still beating hard. 

“You look beautiful when you’re scared, Kimberly,” he said coolly.

I looked at him and he looked at me, smiling.

“Look for our way, Pilot,” I reminded him. 

He chuckled and the helicopter started gliding over a dark forest like and the rainbow light streams is in front of us.

“I’ve never been to Niagara Falls at night before,” I told him as we were approaching the huge falls.  

“We’re just in time,” he said, he pointed to the colorful streams.

Dangerously breathtaking. I wondered if this ride is even allowed. I looked around and I screamed and laughed when the helicopter made maneuvers over the streams. It was scary, dangerous, but also thrillingly fun. It’s beautiful here even with a scary noise coming through my headset as Alex turned off the music. I was enjoying the moment with Alexander. My heart was still racing but happily now.

“Is this one of your hobbies, Alex?” I asked.

“No. I actually played piano, cello, and drew oil paintings when I was younger,” he replied.

“So, you don’t do your hobbies anymore?”

I played piano too when I was a little, not good enough for my music teacher, but I would love to hear Alexander playing some classical music pieces. I glanced to his long beautiful fingers. 

Well, perhaps my all-time favorite, Ständchen and The Four Seasons of Summer in Presto.

“No, but I wish to find interesting new hobby with you, Kimberly,” he replied and smiled at me in the dim light.

Then suddenly I felt my butt slipping down a little as my body weight shifted straight down and I found myself hanging in the air almost in fetal position with face down and my feet dangling in space when helicopter was making nose dive into the waterfalls’ plunge pool and hovering fairly close to the river streams. I was screaming so loud, grabbing to the edge of seat like holding my dear life and trying to set the tip of my feet to the footrest as hard as possible. I almost cried when hearing his chuckles.

“Alex, you’re going to be so dead if not taking us up!” I threatened him and closed my eyes tightly.

“You cannot scare me, Kimberly,” he replied, but I could feel that the helicopter elevating against the waterfalls. 

“You should be scared knowing that I like you, Alexander Mircea,” I finally blurted it out low, then I realized that I was attached with microphone.

He was silent, so I took a peek at him, he was concentrating on the aircraft. His jaws were clenched. 

Didn’t he hear me? Oh, God. 

I wanted to take it back, this was beyond embarrassing.

“As a friend,” I told him after few seconds of dead silence. 

But I lied.

“I like you too, Kimberly. But as a man to woman,” I heard his voice in my ears. 

My heart is exploded with so many emotions. But I looked away, speechless as I didn't think of what to say after confession. I chewed on my lips. We were soaring in silence.

“Are we done?” I asked him when he made the final turn.

“For now,” he responded.

“Look, you’re practically living on the other side, Alex,” I pointed to Canadian side.

He didn’t answer, so I looked at him.

“Why do you take me here, Alex?” I asked him.

“So you don’t have to call back to your friend,” he replied without looking at me.

“What?” I was a little confused. 

Oh, Dylan’s call. Right, I forgot about him. 

I forgot everything when I’m with Alexander. But it’s not like Alexander asked me to be his girlfriend or something. Even if he wants me to, I have one major problem, which I don’t know any more whether I still want to keep my own vow or not, now that I realized I want him too. So, I kept quiet and took some glances to him. The way he confidently navigated the helicopter amusing me. 

Did he show off his skill to impress me?

Well, he succeeded it. He looks hot, I was smiling. When the helicopter softly touched the ground, I felt a bit disappointed. Not because of the flying, but because the moment has ended. I took off the headset and unstrapped seatbelt as seeing Alexander did it. My door is opened and I saw he was already down there to help me to get off. I nodded and thanked to the two men who were waiting for us and got in the car. Alexander didn’t let go off my hand. He pulled me into his chest when we were sitting at the back seat. I sighed.

“What time is it now?” I muttered to myself. 

My voice was hoarse.

“Eleven,” he answered, stroking my hairs softly. 

It’s only before midnight, but I was yawning, started to feel sleepy, so I pulled out my phone. I had one missed call from Dylan and an unopened message. I put back my phone as I don’t want Alexander to notice it. 

What will I do with the whole situation? 

Clearly, I have a date with Dylan, although it’s not going to be happened soon as he was still laying at hospital’s bed. I shouldn’t hurt him by giving him false hope. Well, I like him, but I like Alexander even more. The thing is, I don’t know if Alex want me more than this, as we literally were still in hooking up zone.

Alexander kept squeezing my hand lightly, but I could feel his tension arose. I don’t know why, but he held my hand until we were back into his private jet, opting the long sofa. He rested my head against his chest.

“Do you want to drink something, Kimberly?” he softly asked.

I shook my head, “No, thank you.” 

I secretly inhaled his body scent. This is what it feels to be with someone’s we like. Frankly, I don’t like the feeling as it was torturing and confusing, but at the same time I feel happiness inside, but I’m also scared of the feeling as we actually just met. We were falling into long silence after the plane took off. I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn’t. I have to tell him something important, so I lifted my head up expecting he was dozing off, but he awakes, staring blankly at the window.

“Alex?” I moved my body to sit. 

He held my shoulder with one arm.

“Yes, Kimberly?” he looked down at me, intrigued. 

I could do this. If I could say it to Dylan, then I could say it to Alexander too.

“It’s actually embarrassing for me to talk about it. The thing I said earlier to you in the helicopter… You said you like me as man to woman. Did you mean it?” I asked him slowly. 

I looked into his eyes. I couldn’t see his green eyes as they are darker now.

“Yes, Kimberly. I meant every word,” he said, but he didn’t smile.

I looked down to my hands, “So, I said the same too. What will we do about it? I mean, I’m not pushing anything here, I just want to know what you were expecting from me?”

He lifted up my chin to his face, “All I want is you, Kimberly.”

I looked him back, drowning into his lustful eyes, “But I actually don’t do things like others do, Alex,” I spoke.

“I recall differently, Kimberly. You certainly want the same thing as I do,” he was sneering and intended to kiss me, but I moved away from him. 

“I vowed to remain chaste until marriage, Alex,” I looked away to the window, my cheeks burnt.

“For what reason?” he asked, he pulled my shoulder into his chest.

I put my arms against his chest.

“Not for particular reason, I just don’t want to do it without a lifetime bonding,” I muttered slow. 

I’m afraid of being left if giving myself all to someone who doesn’t take me seriously. Perhaps, the divorce of my parents affected me this way.

“If you want it that way, it’s okay for me, Kimberly,” he responded.

I looked up to him in surprise, “You are? I mean, if you don’t want to see me now that you won’t benefit something for me in return, I will totally understand, Alex,” I told him, trying to look into his eyes.

“I lied if I’m not going to think or try something, but I will never hurt you again, Kimberly. If you want it that way, I’m okay with it,” he smiled, titling his head and kissing me, softly. 

I kissed him back and ended the kiss.

“Let’s take it slow, Alex,” I told him, burying my head into his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. 

I could feel his body tensed, but he wrapped my shoulders with his arms. He still has that odd cold, but it prickled to my skin, taming my body heat.   

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It was 12:55 a.m. when his car arrived in front of my apartment. I’m so sleepy, but I took courtesy to offer him a cup of coffee before leaving. He got out to open for my door, still looking good in his paleness. He seemed rather pale.

“Do you want to go up for a coffee?” I asked when he was hugging me, his hands were wrapping around my waist under the coat as I wrapped mine around his hips.

“No, thank you. You must sleep, Kimberly,” he bent and gave me a light peck on my lips and cheek.

“Thank you for tonight, Alex,” I smiled and waved him goodbye. 

I felt like dreaming as I finally have a man now. Well, he didn’t say that we’re exactly like girlfriend-boyfriend, but I could feel that he wants me too. 

Will he call me again? 

Alexander’s POV:

I was resting in my big bed alone, looking at the high ceiling with murals. We vampires don’t need to sleep, but mostly we like to lay down and close our eyes too, as resting could energize our mind. But now I was feeling restless. 

How could I play human with her? 

Not that we are savage kind, but we were raised to despise humans. And I lied to her, telling I won’t hurt her again, but it’s almost certainly I will break her if she found out about me. I want her so much until my heart ached and my cold body burnt in passion. I was lusting for her. 

If she really is my mate, is there any chance for me to have her? 

If I tell her to my parents, they would know that I broke the law and even if they accepted her, what about The Council? Most likely, everyone will try to murder her. And what about Kimberly, will she sacrifice her humanity to live in eternity with me? I want to be with her, to hold her. But I was willing to give her human’s space, even when I actually want to snuggle up with her, inhaling her addictive scent, or even to do nasty thing with her delicious body and blood. And Nicholas. He is also attracted to her. Lucky for me having Kimberly my blood, she must be lusting for me for three days. But the effect must be gone before our date, so her feeling must be genuine.

Just before the sunrise, I texted her telling I will pick her up to work and later will get dinner together. I can’t wait to meet her again. If I have to be her chauffeur to be with her, so be it. I got up to the shower. We don’t really need one as we don’t produce sweat, but showering gives spiritual advantage. We still have to brush our teeth and wash our hairs too, anyway. Even for some vampires, they prefer to have blood bath or not bothering to their basic hygiene, it’s a matter of preference, but I found the old habit is too gross. We’re undead, not dead ones. After showering, I found my breakfast in a golden goblet has been delivered to my bedroom, on the table next to the loveseat. I drank them all and went to my walking closet for dressing up. I saw some new deliveries were hanging in the left section. I have personal shopper delivered most updated designer clothes monthly and I was thinking to get some for Kimberly. 

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It was 06:00 a.m. when I was in front of her apartment door. I knocked once. I could hear that she was wondering who as she was still getting dressed. I was smirking when she couldn’t get matching panties and bra because of the uninvited guest. Pervert one, actually. I knocked again impatiently when she didn’t even go to the door after few seconds. Then I heard her footsteps and she used the peepholes to see me. I was wearing light blue shirt under a black knitted vest, a black shawl, black pants, and a grey coat. I think I look decent enough. I smiled smugly to her peepholes.

“Alex, you’re an early bird,” she opened the door and I gave her a quick hug. She’s still damp, wearing only oversized shirt with messy bun hair and no make-up. She smelled a pleasant flowery, I was trying to press any spark of desire within.

“And you’re late, Babe,” I told her. 

She was staring at me, praising my appearance, unconsciously biting her lips as she was feeling over the moon when I called her babe. 

If being cheesy could make her this happy, so be it.

“Please have a seat over there, Alex. Would you like a tea or coffee?” she asked. 

I’d love to bite her rosy lips instead.

“No, I’m good. Just do your cores, Kimberly,” I pushed her to the bedroom and she went in, closing the door.

I could hear that she panicky wanted to switch her outfits, but none of them will be appropriate for the work. So, she thought that she would just comeback home before dinner. I was looking around, there were not so many pictures as most humans have here. Only two small pictures below flat screen television, in silver frames. One was young Kimberly with brother and parents. Another was her college graduation with four people, I noticed two of them were Helena and Amber from the other night, but there was one tall man wrapping around her shoulder with wide smile from behind caught my attention. He looked older and didn’t wear same bachelor gown and hood like the others. I wondered who he was. I sighed, I have to learn to control jealousy as I didn’t want to make Kimberly sad again. I didn’t kill her ex-boyfriend, I believe it was Nicholas. Still, I caused his death, knowing that Nicholas is related to me, I don’t think Kimberly would want to see me ever again.

“Would you like to have a toast, Alex?” she asked from my behind, I could hear her stomach was rumbling wild. 

She was blushing and giggling. I couldn’t hold chuckling. She was wearing light pink shirt and cream pants. Her hair was loose and she wore minimal make up with a pink lipstick. Beautiful in simplicity. I actually want to decline her offer, but I think I should start to get used of human food. We surely can eat and some of us even enjoy human food, but nothing could beat the blood, especially the O negative.

“Sure. May I help with something?” I offered, as she went to the small kitchen counter and opened the fridge.

“No, please have a seat. It’ll be quick,” she was smiling wide. 

Good, because I don’t know what the hell I was offering to in the kitchen.

“How did the doorman let you up, Alex?” she shouted when frying eggs.

Compelling him? 

Right, I have to start to use human way rather than usual way. Especially when I will be here more often. I was smiling when listening to my own thought.

“Alex?” she called out. 

This woman is such a curious one.

“I told him I’m your boyfriend,” I lied to her. 

Well, I have to put the false memory later when seeing him downstairs.

Kimberly said nothing, but I could hear her mix emotions, like it shouldn’t be okay for security reason but she also glad that he just let me up. I’d kill my guard if he was that careless. And she loved it hearing me saying boyfriend. She was absolutely delighted. I was smiling to myself.

In six minutes, she brought two plates of our breakfast. 

“I have two cups with hot water ready, do you want coffee, tea, or milk?” she asked.

“Milk, please,” I replied. 

She looked at me a bit surprise, then giggling. She likes my choice and found it cute. She brought a cup of milk and a hot tea for herself. We were sitting side to side on the loveseat. She was watching me eating with her bright beautiful eyes.

“You look like having a good sleep. Perky and fresh,” I told her after swallowing my first bite.

“Likewise, Alex,” she was munching so fast. 

This little woman was eating too fast.

“Hey, slow down,” I warned her.

“Sorry, bad habit,” she laughed and took another big bite. 

I shook my head and took another myself. I’m guessing this is a healthy toast, as there were lots of veggies without unprocessed food in it. I wish she added a meat in it as I’m not vegan vampire.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she left me to her bedroom. 

I could hear she was brushing her teeth and using mouthwash, thinking that we may have a kiss. I laughed for it.

“Thank you for the toast, Kimberly,” she looked happy seeing my empty plate. 

I actually teleported to my place to throw away the awful toast, I couldn’t take it anymore as I’m not into veggies nor human food. But I don’t want to offend her feeling too, seeing my leftover.

“Most welcome, Alex. I’m sorry I don’t have cheese or even bacon,” she muttered softly and took her cream big bag.

“The bag looks bigger than your waist, Kimberly,” I pointed it to her.

“I must bring laptop, stethoscope, sphygmomanometer, thermometer, pulse oximeter, alcohol wipes, gloves, and other things, Alex,” she reached out her hand to me, smiling, asking me to get up. 

The way she said those diagnostic equipment sounded so sexy. I pulled her into my chest, she got stumble and I took advantage to kiss her and she kissed me back softly. I ended our kiss soon after I started to get hard between my crotch and she noticed it and shyly diverted her attention to others.  I like holding her hand, feeling her blood flowing into her veins, it was such a delicious tease but also giving me strange calmness. We were hand in hand in silence on her way to hospital, it was just five minutes away, so I was driving slow to prolong the moment. I dropped her off to the hospital lobby as she warned me before that I couldn’t be the gentleman opening a door for her, as it would trigger gossip, especially after her ex-boyfriend’s funeral yesterday, so I let her out of my car after she shyly gave a peck on my cheek. 

I’m not sexist, but I don’t like human women these days, sometimes they were even busier than the men. I want my woman to have me as the center of attention. I want my Kimberly to be mine and only. Perhaps if the artificial blood is properly working for us, Kimberly will consider easier to be vampire as she won’t need to drink human or animal blood.