Revealing Part. Three

Sheilas Pov

We finished up in the shower, and I handed him a bathrobe to put on, and then I put on one myself.

I washed off my smeared makeup while Zion studied me with fascination in his eyes from behind.

"What?" I asked and gave him a confused look.

"I don't get why you put that shit on your face when you look the same without it?" He shrugged his shoulders and left the room.

I heard the balcony door opened and then close. I wiped my face with a towel and then left the bathroom to join Zion on the balcony. I could smell the weed hit my face as soon as I entered the patio.

Zion was leaning down on the balcony's railing while he was watching the view in front of him as he was smoking a joint.

He looked deep in thoughts, and the moon was shining down on his blond, messy hair. He was beautiful, rough like a diamond.

I leaned in beside him and snatched the joint from his hand, and took a deep puff from it. I held the smoke in for a while before I exhaled it and then took one more before handing it back.

"I am guessing you have smoked a few joints in your life." He chuckled, and I nodded before I answered him. "It was one thing that made my childhood bearable." He glanced down at me with a wrinkled forehead.

"Childhood? When did you start?"

He wrinkled his eyebrows and kept his eyes on me.

"My brother and I started smoking when he began to deal for a gang. He was eleven years old. He had done some drops for them under a year, so he made an upgrade to dealing. I was nine at the time. We had gone through some shit, so that became our self-medication to mend the anxiety. "

F*ck. Why did I tell him that? That was too private to share with someone I just met. I shuddered at the memories that played through my mind. Me and my brother Vladi sitting in the alley next to our apartment complex after Vladi had been out dealing weed for a gang. We smoked and hang there for hours while our mother was out at work or at her boyfriend's place. She never really cared for us. So we would sleep over often at Rickys, a close friend to Vladi who would be looking out for me while Vladi had to work.

I felt Zion's hand around my waist as he pulled me in front of him. He reached me the joint, and I took a puff while I tilted my head backward and rested it against his chest. I felt the weed slowly cloud my mind as it did back in the days.

We stood there for a while, and I could feel his chin resting against the top of my head.

"When did you start to smoke?" I asked him as I gave back the joint before I exhale the smoke. "When I was twelve. My foster mom was smoking daily. So, I stole from her in the beginning. She was high most of the time during the day that she barely noticed." He uttered with a cold tone in his voice, and I felt his body tense for a few seconds before he passed me the joint back.

"I guess we both have a bit of a fucked-up past then," I replied and finished the joint. "I should go in and check on the guests," I mumbled, high as a tower.

"No, you don't." He kissed my neck and then let his hand slide inside of my robe and grabbed my breast. He played with my nipple between his fingers and then let the bathrobe slide down my shoulder while he traced kisses along with it.

"Your collarbone are so sexy." He whispers and let his lips rest on it for a while.

He spun me around and tilted my head up, so I was facing him. Our eyes met, and I felt the tension building up. Then it strikes me at that moment.

We have not shared a single kiss. Did I begin to wonder why? But I had not made any attempt to kiss him during the night.

As I started to wonder why, he leaned down and let his lips brush against mine, lightly. I could barely feel our lips touching each other.

"I'm gonna kiss you now."

He mumbled in a low voice and then leaned down and crushed his lips on mine.

I answered his kiss, and oh boy, this was a hell of a kiss.

He lifts me up to his arms and carries me into my bedroom without breaking the kiss. Seconds later, he laid me down on the bed and then took off his bathrobe before helping me out of mine. We came down under the sheets and continued to kiss while he had his hands all over my body. He pulls me into a spoon position and sweeps his c*ck over my p*ssy to get it wet before he thrusts it inside my v*gina. I moaned in agreement. I already loved feeling his hard c*ck inside of me, and he fills me up perfectly. He pulled me closer, and I felt his hot breath against my neck, which caused goosebumps all over my body. He f*cked me for a while and then started rubbing my c*it as well, and after a few minutes, we both came in a perfect symphony before falling asleep in each other's arms. I was satisfied and high as a tower.

I woke with the feeling of my head pounding in pain, and my mouth was dry as paper. I needed water and aspirin to mend the hurt. As usual, I rolled to the left every morning, but this time I rolled into someone's hard chest. I looked over my shoulder and saw the inked-colored body of Zion lying next to me. He slept and snored quietly. I rolled the other way and then got to my feet and put on my robe. I went out to the kitchen, took a water bottle from the fridge, and finished it with two aspirins before I ambered into the living room. Karl and the blonde sisters were asleep on the couch, and Celine and Nikolas looked cozy on the armchair.

A smile appears on my lips; they looked so peaceful, all of them.

I got back to the kitchen and prepared my coffee machine for making me a latte.

As I waited, I spotted my phone lying on the countertop. I grabbed it and then unlocked the screen with my fingerprint. I could see my security system had a notice. I felt a little uneasy while I filled in the code and opened up the security app.

It appeared to have been some movement outside the front door at four o'clock this morning. But it should not be weird since I did have a party, and people had probably left the penthouse around that time. Either way, I pressed play on the video, and I was surprised by what I saw. Viktor was standing outside my door and just stared at it; his body was ultimately still. I pressed forward the video and could see he had been standing frozen in the same position for an hour before turning around and leaving.

I gasped in shock when I spotted a knife in his left hand.

What the hell? What was that about? Did he want to kill me now?

"What's up?" I heard Karl clear his throat after he greeted me when he entered the kitchen. "Come and see this." I exhaled nervously and frowned in disbelief at the screen. He leaned over my shoulder as I rewind the video a minute before I added." He had been standing there for an hour before this."

I heard Zion's voice filling up the room before I hit play.

"Who was standing where? "He crossed the floor and leaned down over my other shoulder.

"Viktor, a guy I stopped seeing a few days ago," I answered and then pushed play.

I heard Karl gasp at the ending.

"Why the fuck did he stand there with a knife?" Karl shouted and looked at me, equally shocked like I was a minute earlier. "I don't know, but he shouldn't be able to enter the building at that time. It should be locked."

I replied with concern in my voice.

"Oh, Ron and Jack left around 4 o'clock; he must have sneaked in when they exit the building. I turned on the alarm since they were the last that left."

I nodded to his answer.

"You are probably right." I sighed.

"Well, I guess I should load the gun if he's going crazy on me now. "

Karl, who took a sip of his coffee, choked on it.

He coughed a few times before he could speak again. He looked shocked at me.

"Do you have a gun?" He asked, surprised with raised eyebrows. Damn, I forgot he did not know anything about my past.

"Yes, for self-defense." I shrugged and then left to go to the balcony next door to catch a smoke. I leaned down over the railing and took a puff from the cigarette.

"I just wanted to say goodbye; I need to take care of some business."

Zion said while he leaned in through the balcony door and glared at me.

I turned around to face him before I spoke. "Okay, take care."

I uttered calmly and did a little wave with my hand. Seriously. A fucking wave?

I rolled my eyes inwards at my little hand gesture.

Zion wrinkled his eyebrows.

"Yeah, take care." He mumbled and closed the door behind him. I turned around and leaned against the railing again. I needed some time for myself. I had felt that I was not happy to be feeling. I should not feel this way. I barely knew the guy. I closed my eyes and took a few puffs from the cigarette, and found myself wandering away in thoughts.

"I heard about Viktor."

I turned around and saw Celine dressed in an identical robe, and she was carrying a cup of coffee in one hand while she was lighting up a cigarette with the other one before she continued to speak and walked up next to me.

"Wild night, huh? But you missed all fun, but since you and Zion never returned, I am guessing you had your pleasure as well? "She winked her eye and took a sip from her coffee.

"How was he?" She asked with curiosity and look at me with intense eyes. I sighed.

"Great."

While I put the cigarette out and lighted another one.

"Just great? Come on, give me details." She was shouting at me and almost spilled her coffee while she made wild gestures with her arms.

I rolled my eyes and turned around to face the view, and stayed silent.

"You like him, huh? I can tell." Celine took a deep puff before she rested her head against my shoulder.

"Yes, I think that might be what I am feeling right now."

I mumbled back and then rested my head against hers.

"Of all guys you could have fallen for? "Celine shook her head and chuckled. "You just met him. This is crazy." I nodded. Yes. This was crazy. Because I never got attached. I mean, I don't believe in love, so this must be some physical needing playing tricks with my emotions.