After the tense conversation the three just experienced on the couch, all of them were more than glad it was over.
With a solid plan in place, it almost seemed like maybe Ayla could relax for once.
She couldn't help but think of how nice it would be, relaxing, instead of running, looking for her next place to hide.
Knowing they had the rest of the day to do whatever they wanted, Alexander decided to show Ayla his favorite thing about their apartment, while Julius went to his room to decompress and get ready for the day.
They held a home on the highest floor of the massive white marble building, which had red intricately sewn into its structure to make it look fancy, elegant.
The fixtures were all made of silver and charcoal, which went so well with the marble and red that made up the building.
Being on the highest floor came with some privileges, but more than that, their apartment contained a special elevator.
Ayla didn't get the chance to explore, not really, when she first arrived because of several factors.
Lack of food, lack of sleep, and high anxiety topped those charts.
Now that she had satiated those needs, for the most part, he was pleased to show her around.
First on the list was a shower, as he showed her to the bathroom, providing her with a large t-shirt to toss on after she was finished.
He wanted to join her so badly, but the last thing he wanted to do was make her think he brought her there for the wrong reasons.
Reluctantly, he kissed her on the forehead and closed the door behind her as she looked around the massive bathroom.
A beautiful oversized black marble tub sat directly on the white tile, the shower head hanging over the middle, the ring for the curtain circling widely around it, with a clear sheet bunched to one side.
Then, a large double sink that matched on its side, with individual mirrors sitting at each sink.
There were two doors that she investigated, leading her to a toilet room and a walk-in closet.
This bathroom had a heated bench to sit on while waiting for the water to warm, she assumed.
To her surprise, she didn't have to wait for it to warm long.
It was like it warmed nearly instantly.
Suddenly, she couldn't wait until the warm water was rushing over her, so she jumped in, without hesitation.
That was when she realized he only had products that smelled like him, but, biting her lip, looking at the bottles on the shelf, she began to pick them up to use them, because she liked the way he smelled.
After what wasn't such a short shower, she came to a sitting Alexander, who liked the look of her in the oversized t-shirt.
It caught him off guard for a second, as he thought that maybe she didn't need a tour of the apartment after all.
But, since this was now her home, he wanted her to feel like it was.
He took his hand and showed her the bedroom, which ended up briefly paused his showing of their home.
This time, not because of him.
Seeing her in the light of the sun brought a whole new level of amazement to his eyes, and she saw it.
The hunger in his eyes seemed contagious, or maybe it was being trapped by his smells in the steamy shower.
Alexander couldn't help himself, though, as her eyes were mesmerizing.
Previously, he thought they might have been golden amber with a hint of fire in them, like there was sort of light behind them.
Now, he was sure they were a greyish blue in color, like moon beams from the rare blue moon that lived in her eyes.
Her hair, light blonde, almost the lightest shade, and long, so long.
She looked majestic, like she was better than him.
The princess in front of him had milky white skin, and she resembled what most werewolves would imagine the moon goddess would look like if she walked among them.
In Alexander's mind, she was a goddess, and her body was perfect.
There wasn't a person alive that he had seen who could hold a torch to her.
Ayla leaned in and kissed his neck, sending signals that she didn't intend to let him finish the tour without getting what she wanted first.
A knowing grin came across his face as he had no intention of doing anything other than what she wanted.
He looked at her, knowing, "Give me one minute" he said, ducking into the bathroom to take a quick shower to match the cleanliness of Ayla.
It didn't take him long before he was back and smelled amazing.
Ayla was patiently sitting on the bed waiting for him, as she stood, walking over to meet him.
Alexander placed his hands on her sides, his thumbs pressed into the sides of her breasts, and she knew she was about to be lifted and she would be brought toward him.
In one swift motion, she was up, and her legs were around his waist, her arms around his neck, and her lips pressed against his as his feet stepped toward the bed.
There was no point in her leaving the bed as she had, she chuckled as she thought about it.
As she felt the bed press against her back, his body pressed against her.
She knew she was seconds from feeling him in some fashion.
The pressure of his body against hers, his cock pressing against her groin, was only increasing her desire for him to be in her.
Her instincts took over as one of her arms removed itself from around his neck and ran its fingers gently down his body until they found his rock-hard appendage waiting for her.
Gently, but not too gently, she gripped him and started moving her hand up and down, slowly, feeling his approval instantly as he inched himself closer to the warmth of her folds.
She kissed him more fiercely as his free hand was now making its way toward her more exposed breast, and her arousal was at its peak to match the point her nipple was making.
He was doing his best to guide her, pushing himself forward to put himself inside of her, but she was teasing him now.
His tip was now dripping as she continued, acting as a lubricant as she rubbed him along her folds.
Ayla was enjoying the act of holding him back when he wanted to be inside of her.
Normally, in the last few sessions, he would tease her by withholding himself.
Playing with her was sort of a kink he had discovered that made her drip with passion.
This time, turnabout was fair play as he was nearly on the verge of taking over, having a hard time holding back.
Now that he was in her hands, literally, he was finding it very hard, and she was finding it very arousing.
She purposefully kept him just at her entrance while moving her hand up and down his shaft.
She was letting him feel just a taste of her warmth and moisture as she kissed him, but refused to allow him to enter.
Just his very tip knew what lay ahead, as she went down low enough to let him get just that much in, and it was driving him wild.
Finally, without any warning, he reached his tipping point.
He grabbed her wrist that was holding his erection in a way that instantly released her hand.
In one swift motion, her arm was above her head, meeting her other hand, and he had powerfully thrust himself all the way into her, and she let out a massive moan that matched his, and he didn't stop there.
The dominance that he felt over her was powerful, and he moaned right along with her with each thrust, as the tightness, warmth, and pool of moisture grabbed him, urging him to keep going from there, thrust after thrust.
Flipping her, nearly effortlessly, after several rounds of pumps, to put her on her hands and knees.
Now, his hands were on her hips, grabbing them mercilessly, and showing no signs of slowing down.
Before that session, he did his best to be as gentle as possible, fearing going too far.
This time, she was playing with him and pushed him until he snapped, and she was enjoying it.
Ayla was getting wetter and wetter the more he penetrated her.
With every thrust, he felt like he went harder, faster, and deeper, carrying moans that made him want to give her everything he had, and everything he had been holding back.
The pair climaxed at the same time in a euphoric explosion as he collapsed on top of her, as if he had just finished running a marathon.
Neither of them wanted to move.
If it had just been them having sex and then moving on, the tour of the apartment would have been delayed by a little over an hour.
Adding in recuperation time for the savagery she caused, they stayed in the room for hours.
Finally, after wasting a large amount of daylight, they emerged, nearly glowing.
Alexander was pleased to finish showing her where everything was.
A smile was present on his face the whole time.
She already knew where the bathrooms were, the kitchen, and the living room.
Now she knew where their bedroom was!
In addition, she found the laundry room, storage if she needed supplies, but best of all, the special elevator.
Alexander made sure to tell her how special it was, but tried not to make it sound like he was boasting.
They were the only ones who had this elevator, or who even knew about it.
Since they had private access to the rooftop, the two men decided to make the rooftop special.
When the elevator door opened, she was mesmerized by the sight in front of her.
The two bubble-brained men she now lived with had a nature oasis living above them.
Alexander and Julius made a garden, had bushes, planted trees, and had water areas, with seats.
It was truly beautiful.
"How come no one knows about this" she asked.
He turned to her with a serious face.
"It is for us, and only us. If people knew about it, then they would want to come, and it wouldn't be peaceful anymore. Where would we escape then? I like having a piece of nature to escape to whenever I need it. If you think it's special in the daylight, I can't wait for you to come back at night" he smiled.
If anyone understood, it was Ayla as she smiled back, a feeling of calm and peace washing over her.
"I think you did an amazing job. If I had known about it before now, you could have found me a lot sooner" she winked.
She felt amazing as she soaked in as much of the sun's rays as she could while making her way to a hammock that tucked itself away under a small canopy of trees.
Ayla felt like she could easily drift off to sleep as she lay there beside Alexander, with his arm around her.
Suddenly, she sprang up out of nowhere.
"What the hell am I doing" she yelled.
Alexander was startled as he was lying beside her and didn't know what he had done wrong.
She had a startled look on her face as she spoke.
"I have people after me, and I'm not doing anything? That is wrong. Who are you? What did you do to me? Why was I so quick to assume you aren't another person trying to do the same thing with your kind words, amazing sex, beautiful apartment, and breathtaking garden? How do I know you aren't trying to do the same thing" she asked.
He looked truly worried but flattered at the fact that she complimented him as she insulted him.
His desire for her filled him as her attempt was very tactful and obvious, that she didn't want to separate herself from him, but had the sudden urge to.
Knowing he had to approach her carefully, he thought about how to ask her what was going on.
"What happened? Did I do something that gave you any indication that I was a bad guy" which was his feeble attempt to set the course to trusting him.
She started shaking her head.
"Exactly my point, you haven't done anything to the opposite either. You have essentially succeeded in kidnapping me, and I let you" she exclaimed as she jumped to her feet, turning to face him.
Her hands had drawn over her face, cupping her nose, followed by pulling them backward to meet her hair.
Dainty fingers moved backward in unison just enough to pull her hair off her face as if she were starting to pull it into a ponytail, and then they paused just as she did.
There was no mistaking the fact that thoughts were racing through the girl's mind, and she was trying to catch up to them.
Alexander didn't know whether to speak or let her think.
Either way, it was risky for him.
One way he was potentially trying to trick her, the other, he was letting her fear take over and her imagination run wild.
Standing to meet her, "Why would you think I kidnapped you" he said softly.
He hoped the sincerity would come through his voice.
Ayla looked up from her frozen stance, slightly lowering her hands.
"Everyone is always trying to kidnap me. It's the stupid curse of my life. Why would you be any different? From the second we met, you immediately mentioned taking me here. I came willingly, just as you said. I didn't even question it. I'm a fool, you didn't kidnap me, I walked willingly into your trap" she chuckled.
There was a sadness in his eyes as he looked at her now.
"It's not like that" he tried to say.
She snapped back at him, upset that he seemed to pity her.
"Isn't it"?
Now, she had begun pacing.
"After all this time of being chased, everyone knew they couldn't catch me. If they couldn't catch me, they would trap me. Is that it? Find a handsome man and dangle him in front of me so I choose to surrender" she said.
He had to admit he loved how her mind worked and that she called him handsome.
Ayla could figure out scenarios faster than he could, and it amazed him.
She was a true tactical genius.
There was a major problem with her summation of their situation, though.
"You are wickedly smart, and I love that. Unfortunately, you're wrong" he said without hesitation.
He was firm and left no room for interpretation or for her to guess what was going on.
Alexander couldn't afford for her to do what he thought she was about to.
Run.
Daylight was wasting, and so was his opportunity to salvage this mess he suddenly found himself in.
Attempting to grab her hand but not having success, he decided to try and speak to her emotional side.
"I promise, whatever happened just now to make you think I mean to do anything more than protect you, I'm sorry" he said, with an almost begging tone in his voice.
Ayla started scratching her head and scrunching her face.
After snatching her hand backward at his attempt to hold he hand, she was unsure of what to do.
"Something doesn't feel right. I had this feeling last night, too. It wasn't for a long time, but for a brief period, I had this same feeling in the pit of my stomach. Every time I had it before, it was right before men showed up, and I had to run" she explained.
Alexander nodded, trying to understand, as she continued.
"So, tell me, why do I have it now if you are only here to help me"?
Alexander looked at her while he tried to process the information that she gave him.
Placing his hand on his chin, he started thinking harder and spoke quietly as he removed it.
"Do you still have the feeling" he asked.
She nodded, and he gestured with his hand for her to follow him.
When he brought them to the edge of the roof, she was surprised that the view was perfect for spying on nearby streets, shops, plus a little more.
The town below them was busy with people moving around, enjoying the daylight hours full of intent.
Even though the two of them were wasting daylight, the rest of the townspeople didn't seem to be joining them in that task.
I guess you could say that daylight was, in fact, not so wasted for the people below.
She had nearly forgotten that the world around them existed, but why did he bring her over here?
At first glance, she knew, he was peering in every direction, trying to make sense of her feelings.
With no image of what these men looked like, he was searching the crowd for anyone who could look out of place to make her feel better.
How could she have thought that the man beside her was the one who wished her harm?
Instantly, all the thoughts of him being her captor or wishing to trap her disappeared.
For now, anyway.
She decided it was time for her to engage in the search as well.
Ayla lowered her eyes to the street to make sense of her feeling of fleeing this beautiful home.
There was no desire behind her fear to run, and she knew it.
If she could find a reason, then she could fix it.
Maybe then, she could stay where she was, forever even.
It didn't take long for her to find a man who made her skin crawl.
Alexander immediately hit the buzzer to notify Julius to make his way up to meet them.
His friend was unaware why he was being summoned, and Alexander didn't know if the buzz back was to notify him that he heard the buzzer sound off and he was coming to him, or that he knew not to come.
Did Julius think that Alexander buzzed him because they were about to have sex up there, and he wanted to make sure Julius didn't interrupt them?
How would he know that he was supposed to actually come up?
Sweat was starting to build on his forehead as he started to ponder the possible outcomes ahead of them.
This was the first time they were in this situation.
The rules were loose still, and they needed to come with a one buzz two buzz system.
Hell, they needed to come up with more than that in regard to communication now.
Something, so they could know what to do because this was serious.
When the elevator bell gave its famous ding, he felt like he could finally breathe again.
He hadn't realized that his body failed to let a single breath out until he knew that his friend had exited the elevator to meet them.
The idea that protecting Ayla was all that he could do was sinking in, and this was his first chance to prove it.
This was how he was going to prove he was the person he said he was from the beginning.
When Julius started walking toward the couple, it was obvious that something was off with the two of them as Julius's face began to look just as serious as Alexander's, but he didn't want to speak until he knew what was happening.
Observing and waiting for them to fill him in seemed like his best option to not make himself feel like a fool.
Sure enough, once he made his way to the ledge, he could see who the girl beside him was focusing on without being told.
Julius didn't hesitate before speaking.
"So, I was right. His mission isn't over. He is looking for someone still, and it's you" he said as he turned to Ayla.
He confirmed without question that the man walking below was the man who found Julian the night before.
The only question that remained for Ayla was whether the two men in the apartment were working with him or not.
If not yet, would they eventually?
Could she trust the men on both sides of her?
If anything, she could trust them more than the man who was walking through the stores and streets of the town below.
What if they could help her just long enough to escape this group of men for good?
Would that be enough for her?
She could have a warm, safe place to lay her head while they kept her away from these massive men.
It couldn't hurt to try and trust the duo, for now.
Plus, in the daylight, her enemies aren't so hard to spot.
The only question that stood on Ayla's mind was how he got so close, and where were the rest of them?