And the prey turns the tables

It took the young woman several minutes, but her expression was excited when she found a clue.

"Oh, you're here, my dear."

Diana frowned at the lady's calm and sweet tone. She didn't know the two women, but she recognized their bags. All that was left was to find the fugitive.

"They make a beautiful couple." Her lips parted and closed like a little fish, until her mind repeated those words.

Her heart pounded and a beautiful smile blossomed on her lips.

"How beautiful!"

"Your fiancé will be back soon, my angel, he said he needed to buy the drinks."

The young woman's brain froze, her expression changing as if she had entered a strange place.

'Fiancé?'

A place at least a few years in the future.

...

Diana opened her eyes to a strange new world she had never dreamed of.

She was now in a bikini on a luxurious terrace, the wind was cool and the light comfortable.

Two ladies were keeping her company and several children were playing in the pool in front. The only problem was deciding what to do with the glass next to her face or with the handsome waiter, who by some crazy thing that happens in dreams... was also her ex-boyfriend and current fiancé.

For a second his hair shone light and loose, Diana couldn't take her eyes off that face, barely noticing that he was shirtless.

"Here's your drink, miss. Huh, sorry but it's hotel policy not to hit on the employee," he said with a smile, unconcerned.

'Isn't that the bastard who robbed me?'

"Who's hitting on who?" the young woman barely blinked as she answered.

"Your look, miss. It's giving me a bad feeling, even I might be embarrassed, please stop."

Diana didn't bother to answer. If there was one thing she couldn't imagine, it was that man being embarrassed.

'A shirtless waiter... For God's sake.'

... Nero walked around the table, serving the two ladies who were watching the show.

"Oh, my look, huh...", for some reason, Diana felt smiling. Even though she wasn't thinking of anything good at the moment.

Nero finally opened the bags, the delicious smell spread through the air, the young woman knew very well how delicious they were.

But everything seemed different when one of them was placed on her lips.

Still dizzy from the twists and turns of that dream and her fiancé's jokes, she simply opened her mouth, forgetting the sideways glances.

"Ah. Being young sure is good!"

"I feel young today. I just need to find a waiter."

They laughed and Diana became more embarrassed.

After sitting down, he continued to feed her, often stealing a bite or several.

The sugar coated her lips while the syrup rolled over her tongue, giving an unparalleled sensation. The pastry was still warm and delicious.

The young woman's gaze was empty and intense, but her lips were raised at the corners. Every time she breathed over the glass, the smell of fruity alcohol made her calm down, perhaps that was why she continued to accept being pampered.

Her fiancé didn't seem to care less about the situation and went swimming as soon as she seemed satisfied.

For some reason he carried her along.

Literally. Amidst laughter and applause from the two women, Diana could only scream as she was lifted like a princess.

A second later she was under the icy water, covering her in a pleasant and refreshing way.

Her focus and worry completely disappeared, only the feeling of her arms remained.

For today she would worry less. She had a lot to think about, a fiancé to drown, the doubts could wait, Diana was on vacation from her thoughts.

"Are you sure about that?"

Under his sharp gaze, Aila almost took a step back. She didn't want to be there delivering that report, but...

Life was hard.

Especially when you were unlucky in gambling.

Aila always lost in bets. Maybe she should invest a little more in love.

"Yes, ma'am. Apparently it was a joke on his part at first, but for the past two days she's been calling him that...", the young woman nodded professionally. Her thoughts were hers alone.

"They discussed their relationship, pushed aside a relationship, and the fake one became real, this woman is quite strange with her feelings, isn't she?"

Aila's lips pressed tightly together. Seeing her lady treating this so seriously, she also had a lot to say.

'Shouldn't we be investigating something more important... This office is fit for royalty. Ah! When I applied, I thought I would give up romance to be in the center of events. But who would have thought romance would haunt me.'

"Do you have anything to say?"

'Yes! Of course!'

"No, ma'am." Her words flowed easily, Sofia put down the papers and scanned her from top to bottom.

"Then why the forlorn expression? Do you think this isn't something worthy of attention?"

On the outside, Aila's facade was a spectacle of confusion and coldness.

'Damn vampires and their intuition.'

"A little?", she didn't even know what she was saying.

The young woman in front of her liked that answer better. She smiled like a predator finding a pathetic and... cute rabbit? She pushed her chair away from the table and stretched her body. The sounds of her bones and muscles cracking were loud and relaxing.

"Well... It really isn't that important. In the end, he'll be mine anyway."

The young woman got up and left, worried, Aila followed her.

"Where are we going?"

It was almost a stupid question. But that morning Aila had been born on the other side of the bed, far from her intelligence.

"They're coming back from their date, I have to go visit him. I can't leave my dog like this, without a leash...", the young woman decided that she would continue being stupid for a few more days and there was no way she heard that last murmur.