the unknown

Chapter 20 (Aron's POV)

I was sitting in the living room of Becky's house repeating a mantra that was supposed to calm down my frayed nerves.

It didn't help, damn it!

Be patient.

Be patient.

She will come home soon.

You can talk to her then.

Be patient.

I AM NOT A PATIENT MAN!

Sure I can be patient when it comes to work. But even then I am fighting with everything in me and am always a few steps ahead. That's why I always get what I want.

But with Becky, it was a different story.

All this was an unknown ground for me.

I wanted her. And my opinion was, I had to just get her out of my system.

She told me she is not one to pursue a relationship at this time.

That she is trying to find herself first after years of losing herself to the fashion world.

But even though I told myself every time that it was just a fleeting obsession I couldn't ignore the voice at the back of my mind that kept questioning if it was really just that?

I was lost deep in my thoughts when suddenly the front door slammed open.

What the hell?

I was ready to check what was going on when a heavily intoxicated Becky stumbled into the living room.

"Well hello there sexy boss man. I hope your night was as amazing as mine was."

She chuckled at the end of her statement and I couldn't help it when my lips stretched into a gentle smile.

She was slurring so I guess she had a lot to drink since we drank pretty much the other night and she wasn't as drunk as she was right now.

"My night was pretty laid back. But I did worry about you young woman. Where were you?"

She tried glaring at me but with her wobbly stance it didn't end up being as scary as she intended. She looked…cute.

"You are neither my father nor my boyfriend. So I don't have to tell you where I was. But since I want to tell you, I will. I was with my ex agent. She has been trying to reach me since I fled from Paris. I did call her the day I landed and told her about my new job, but it was like she wanted to reach me even more after that. Weird woman this Margaret I tell you. But she did try her best to shield me from things like the one that blew into my face the last time. So I guess she is weird in a good way? Why is this room spinning?"

She was still rambling and trying to understand why her house was spinning.

She really was drunk.

And she was a funny drunk.

I went to support her and she put her weight onto me in no time.

"You are so soft and hard at the same time."

I chuckled at her, but there was one thing in the back of my mind that was bothering me about her former agent.

Somehow her name sounded familiar but I had no idea where I heard it already.

"Tell me more about your former agent."

She lifted her head to look me in the eyes and I could see questions swimming in them even before she worded them.

"Why? Do you want to sleep with her? If so let me tell you something mister. I don't give up on my man that easily. You gave me one night of pleasure and that is not enough in my book. That was just a start. Now you made me a starving woman and I want more."

I was trying to hold in my laughter as hard as I could but it was not an easy task with her rambling.

"Becky. You are the first woman in years to pique my interest and I am not done with you either. So you don't have to worry about that."

At my words she gave me a smile that melted my frozen heart.

She really was something else.

"Ok. In that case. Like I've told you. She is a weird person. I always had this weird feeling she cared more about my life back in London than about me as a person. I can't really explain it though. It was always just a feeling. But she did her job pretty well. Got me new gigs, sponsors etc. But now that I think about it, she always made sure I stayed in London if she could. When I accepted a gig in some other country she was always pissed and talking about not being able to look for someone if she is not in London. Don't know. Weird woman. But I wanted to travel the world. To see other places, and enjoy the world of fashion as long as I could. And now that I am out of my business she seems to be happy I lost my job and am no longer a model. She says it's because she knows how much I missed my family. But there is something else in those green eyes of hers. Oh now that I think about it. Her eyes look almost like yours. But hers are more green where yours are a sexy mix of green and brown."

That weird feeling in the back of my mind kept reminding me those words should fire an alarm on my part somehow. But I had no idea why. Something sounded familiar in her words but I couldn't pinpoint it.

"Ok young lady. Time to get you into bed, what do you say?"

"Ok. But just because I want to, not because you told me so. Will you stay the night with me?"

I agreed and got us both into her bed. I made us both ready for bed and cuddled next to her under the covers.

Soon we both drifted into sleep land.

That night I dreamed about my biological mother. Her face was blurry but her green eyes watched me with evil intentions.

And all the while I could hear Becky's voice in the back of my mind.

"Margaret…weird woman…green eyes…looks like your eyes…"

But as I woke up, I couldn't remember what my dream was about. Only those green eyes that kept haunting me throughout the night.