No Reports

"Please, kiss me."

It made him stand up, stunned. Bryce gripped the cell phone at his side. He didn't even bother to check what time it was. His sleep was at stake, but he chose to listen about what's going to happen after what Aria said.

From that second on, Bryce want to press that feature. Prince thought him about listening to the whole conversation rather than just Aria herself. The recording devices were a piece of technology Prince bought from another country, and it is one-of-a-kind. National Police haven't negotiated with the international affairs yet, but Prince, as a son of a former legal adviser, obtained a fortune.

With how Aria dealt with the trauma she has got from Bryce's beating, it was a default situation. Something about it puts him on a bad light, but there's no one to blame, anyway. Bryce just followed Prince's orders, but why does it seem like he's the one who suffered the most than the one who perpetuated it?

Bryce wanted answers. He sought for one. Prince was making it too closer to Aria for her to even notice. Every time Prince gave him a heads-up, Bryce doesn't want to listen. In those calls, there's nothing that made him excited about killing Aria.

Beheading or stabbing someone is not a plinth of happiness. It was just to avenge: a scapegoat would be deliberate definition of it.

Sometimes, he had to endure the pain of longing. Aria was the only one who came up at the darkest time when he's on the note. He's been exhausted at work all day long, clients piling up every day. The worlds had turned different and there were more people commit crime than getting employed.

Bryce raised his phone, scrolled to the right, and pressed it.

He must be the first one to use it.

Right after he listened to the surroundings and their hunched breaths, silence occurred. Probably, it lasted for 5 minutes. He never wanted to hug the silence, but every word do Aria desired to articulate would lead to Bryce running back to her.

"Promise, I'll forget this night."

Rocks fell down from the sky and smashed right on Bryce's skull after hearing those words. His jaw dropped, a lump rolled down his throat, blocking the air, and Bryce had to hold his chest. He tried to thump it, to ease away the pain, but no, it isn't possible.

Bryce's lips trembled. His fingertips tickled, electrocuted by the energy that no one wanted to touch. The cold air enveloped his arms, sending chills down his spine.

Aria, who is pregnant with their child, asked to sleep with the man who ordered her to be killed?

Bryce fell to the floor, holding his forehead. He brushed his face, knuckling his fists, and even look up at the ceiling, hoping to find some answer. His feet itched to run back to the ground floor, and drive in to his pajamas over the cabin mansion of Prince.

But that was hours away. Bryce couldn't prevent what's going to happen next.

Bryce stood up, punched the air. He closed his eyes, calming down for a bit.

He flunked a seat down the bed. Bryce propped his elbows on his knees, and bit his nails.

"You don't need to wipe the memory of the kiss, Aria. Those traumatic moments are."

Bryce widened his eyes. He stared across the wall, and literally, his whole world stopped.

No one had made him this dumb. With Prince's plan to get rid of the twins, he's already the softie, and he fell in love with Aria shortly after meeting her. Prince made it like it's his fault. Every little piece of the plan Prince detailed out, and Bryce got dragged.

Bryce buried his forehead in his palms, his breath in sync with Prince's huff.

He should be the one on his place. Bryce shouldn't have done it to her, if it meant he's not able to be by her side all the time. Certainly, Aria would continue to press charges to him. Bryce shouldn't have singled in the moment Prince offered it with a kickback.

"Prince wanted Aria to forget about me?"

Bryce flunked his head down. Aria's choking with tears, and Bryce was close to that one, too.

When he heard the kissing sounds, his tears broke out right away. Bryce sobbed, covered his eyes, and his shoulders shook. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, and he doesn't know how to make it stop.

There are a lot of things that's uncontrolled. And he had to accept Aria's heart changed already.

…

"Don't report it at all. I'll take care of it later. Don't even call anyone to fix the window."

Prince reminded the house cook and maid about what happened last night. Their security guard was checking the surveillance cameras, too. Prince wouldn't be able to check it for a while. So, he gathered the most trusted people he has inside the cabin to look after Aria and the tapes of the mansion.

With those reminders, they leave to work at their post.

Prince walked back inside the master's bedroom. He retrieved the things he needed for work, and was about to leave, when Aria's body was lying down on the side. She's facing her back on him. Prince held onto his briefcase as he thought about what happened last night.

If everyone was curious, they didn't make out.

They simply kissed, and Prince tucked her in for the night.

Prince's subconscious hesitated, knowing there's someone listening, and that Bryce would fume out. He might barge inside his office later on, and vent out his immaturity. For kissing her in a while, Prince had to make up a solution to get dragged out of this.

Inside a bubble, half of his body had already entered voluntarily. His heart dictated it rationally, but his mind had turned off for a while, knowing that in this kind of situation, Prince's heart need to have its own decision, too.

Aria breathed deeply, safe in the pillows with Prince's scent, and didn't even care about the next hours to come.

Prince breathed, "He didn't even shift positions after an hour."

His eyes fleeted to the hole at the balcony door, and narrowed his eyes.

Who would dare to attack someone named Prince Gomez? Is it because they know where Aria was hiding?

Prince's nostrils flared. Still, he doesn't want to get consumed with a home problem while at work. Prince chose to subside it for now.

He reached for the note at the table, and wrote a few sentences to remind Aria about her work.

Prince smiled at Aria's back, pasted it through the side of her light switch, and gave one last look on her before heading out. He rushed downstairs, onto the door, and pressed a button in his car's remote control.

He was about to climb inside when he received a call.

Prince checked the caller ID, and before he even listened to Bryce's side, he dropped the call.