Aselia’s POV 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

His threatening words and menacing looks made me think of only one word:

’Jealousy,’

It dripped from every cell of his body. My shock turned into laughter as I stared into his gray orbs which were squinted at me.

"You should look at your face right now. You are so jealous. Mighty Xiran is jealous." I teased him, not giving in to his angry notions.

"Aselia, you are testing my patience." He warned me with a growl, his expression not changing.

"What if I am?" I winked at him.

"Tell me, what is it that he has and I don’t." His angry voice was becoming angrier with every second. In truth, Xiran was way more handsome than Paul and I had no intention of ever meeting Paul. I liked celebrities from a distance.

"Well, for starters he is more handsome than you are than he is an actor and a good one. So there is that fact too." I clicked my tongue, enjoying all the shades of jealousy that were passing on his face as he towered over me.

"Fine," He snapped at me and sat down on the other side of the bed, facing away from me. I couldn’t help but laugh at his childlike notions. He really was a baby.

I got up and went to sit down beside him. He turned his gorgeous face away from me, his forehead was wrinkled and he had crossed his arms in front of his chest.

I touched his chin with my index finger and turned his face toward me before speaking: "You realize that I was joking." He lifted his eyes to meet mine, there was hurt evident.

’Man, what will I do with him?’ I thought to myself.

"Didn’t seem like that. You said it yourself that he is your favorite actor. And you think he is more attractive than I am." He was scowling.

"He is not more attractive than you are, nor is he more handsome, nor do I prefer him over you. I have never even met him, he is just a celebrity crush. People have them, damn you even had s£x with yours and here you are jealous that I said he is more handsome." I shook my head at him.

"You weren’t part of my life when I did that. It doesn’t count." His tone had softened a bit now that I had given him some facts.

"It does. Not that I care, it’s your life. Feel free to f*ck whomever you want to. Besides, I liked Paul long before I met you too. And unlike you, I don’t want to have s£x with him." I retorted at him, the thought of him having s£x with someone had started to frustrate me and anger me.

"Whom do you want to have s£x with then?" He extended his hand and held onto my arm so I won’t escape his question. His gaze was scrutinizing me. I felt like he had thrown me into a furnace with that question. I was sure my ears had turned red from the heat I felt. I didn’t want to hurt him any more than I already had.

"Drop it, Xiran." I pleaded, my heart pumping and I felt all the blood had been sent to my face. He didn’t let go of my arm nor did he avert his gaze but he didn’t speak after that. His stares were unsettling, tormenting and torturous. Any more and he would rip my soul.

"You think so lowly of me. You believe all I want is s£x from women." The hurt, so much hurt crossed his face. But it was the truth, that was what he sought most. Maybe that was the reason he wanted to win me over as well.

"It’s true, that is what you want from women." He clenched his jaw so hard at my words that I could hear him gritting his teeth. His grip was so tight that it hurt me, I jerked my arm and he finally let go, but his eyes didn’t. What should I do to evade them? Where to hide? Where to go?

His phone began to ring in that instant and I sighed with relief. He finally broke the trance between us and took out his phone. Seeing the Caller ID, he got up and left the room, closing the door behind him with a thud. I rushed to the door to hear whom he was talking to but he was already gone.

I felt like I had been too harsh on him again. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, traces of chocolate were still there. My heart felt uneasy, he had just recovered, and tomorrow was his birthday, and I made him angry.

I came out and flopped face down on the bed. The chocolate he had brought was still laying there but somehow I had lost my appetite. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

Hours passed, and Frila brought me dinner but I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t tell her that though, just asked her to leave it on the table.

"Aselia, there is a problem." She said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"What is it?"

"Señor has asked me to prepare for a party tomorrow. He said some special friends of his are coming so it should be a top-notch party." She replied.

"Ohh! I see. It’s ok he will be busy, I don’t think he will be able to attend ours. So let’s just drop it. Do get me that gift though." I tried to reply to her as calmly as possible so I didn’t come off as sad or dejected at this new development.

"Sure, I will. I am sorry our plan couldn’t work." I offered her a small smile, she departed after that leaving me alone.

I tried to sleep but my nightmare revolving around my parent’s death was back, and I woke up screaming again. My sweatshirt was drenched and my heart was beating so fast. I took my face in my hands and pressed my knees to my chest.

I missed them every day, how different my life would have been if they were still alive and were not killed on that fateful day. Their screams echoed in my head as I remembered running outside the house from my back door and then all was hazy again. Why couldn’t I remember what happened next? I was six I should have remembered that vital part. The more I thought the more confused I become.

The new day dawned and I was still sitting there huddled up in my bed. It was his birthday and I had to go and wish him, at least. So I freshened up and made my way to his room.