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As soon as I arrived in my bedroom, I stood in front of it with my thoughtful gaze directed at the mirror and suddenly I didn't really know who was standing opposite me there.

Everything seemed to blur, as if my thoughts were being swept back and forth by waves of extremes. They made me no longer know what to do or how to act, because even though I had so many other things to do, all I could think about was them...

As inconspicuous as a faded color on an otherwise very striking painting, and yet she made it what it was. She was like a breath of nothing that even threatened to swallow up the whole...

"Come to bed," I heard Alba's sleepy voice behind me and immediately my head was pounding so much that I had to put my hand on my forehead to somehow counteract this enormous pressure.

There was so much to do. First of all, to write an email to all the business partners who were punished with my absence at the Fiesta today. To do that, I had to make sure that bastard Sergio was finally out of town. He must have thought I'd forgotten him or gotten weak, but I didn't, did I?

And then this cruel feeling in my stomach that threatened to suffocate everything for the last few hours.

It kept creeping into my mind without mercy, trying almost agonizingly to tell me there was something wrong, but what could it be?! I had watched Isalie disappear into her apartment and Alba was fine too...

Was it maybe Mira? Did something happen to her?!

"Emilio, darling!" I heard Alba again behind me and growled, turning to face her where she was lying spread-legged on the bed, posing for me.

Too flashy... Too trying... Like it awakened instincts in me to pounce on her, but it made me rather flee to the bathroom, which I did immediately.

I put my phone on the bedside table first, still excitedly checking for new messages or calls, but there was nothing and just for hurting me so much not hearing from my butterfly, I could have slapped myself .

I didn't want to lose myself, didn't want to feel at the mercy of her and her innocence, but it was probably too late...

"Are you going to take a shower?" Alba whispered next to me, rolling onto her side, which made me catch a glimpse of her eyes, which were studying me with the fascination they always had.

"Yes," I answered curtly, knowing that she was dying to feel me ever since we'd gotten closer down the hall, but I didn't feel like getting close to anyone today when she's actually there for that was to take away my loneliness, tonight after this evening I felt lonelier than ever...

I already missed her...

"Maldita!" I cursed at myself and my obsessive thoughts and quickly disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, where I immediately slammed the door behind me and unbuttoned my shirt.

My gaze wandered over my modern furnishings, the light-colored tiles and the black bath mats for a few seconds before I threw my shirt aside with hectic movements and immediately walked towards the large shower stall in the back corner.

I turned on warm water, then stripped off the rest of my clothes and stood under the soothing water that hopefully would at least bring me some sanity.

I turned my face up with my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth around me and suddenly had to imagine her examining me with her slightly parted lips. It was almost an addiction to see her like this and when I thought of the beach and her red cheeks staring down at the condoms I suddenly had to laugh and not recognize myself.

But I didn't care. Then she just turned me back into a little boy who laughed and enjoyed such things. At least she made my heart dance and my eyes sparkle, unlike all the other people who just kind of nurtured my dark side.

When I then wanted to reach for my shampoo with a stupid grin, I suddenly heard something that sounded like my mobile phone ringing tone and froze for several seconds before I hurriedly opened the cabin door and ran back into the room, naked as I was. My heart was pounding just at the thought of her soft voice and I really seemed to be becoming an addict to her existence, but I didn't care about that either.

Full of anticipation, I yanked open the door and looked down at the dessert table, where my cell phone was lying on it but made no sound.

"What's going on?" Alba wanted to know, sitting cross-legged on my bed and seeming to be painting her nails, but I didn't even notice her and grabbed my phone to unlock the display, irritated.

But there was nothing... No call... No message. Apparently she was already haunting me, like a ghost that seemed anything but evil.

"Someone is happy to see me," Alba giggled, drawing my attention back to her and when I looked down at her without expression, she was busy looking at my hard-on, which I certainly didn't have to thank her for, with a dirty grin on her face .

"Just shut up and now fuck off downstairs!", I slowly replied, more and more irritated by her pushiness and waited tensely until she finally got out of my bed.

"Petite," she hissed slightly sourly and wanted to put her hand on my chest, but I pushed it aside slightly, whereupon she just rolled her eyes and turned to the door. "If you want to fuck, I'm downstairs for a drink!"

"What else!" I told her, sitting on the edge of my bed only to fall onto my back as my door slammed shut.

What a shitty evening...