CAN I CALL YOU Xander?

Iris's POV

Waking up with a massive pound in my head I groaned. Pushing my head further into the soft cushion. But my head was still as if being pounded by a hammer.

Groaning in pain I woke. Sitting I messaged my temples, in an attempt to get rid of the ache. But it was no help.

Half asleep I opened my eyes but no sooner did I open them, than I was all awake in shock.

I was in an unknown bed and place. Looking around I found myself in a bedroom room, walls painted grey with purple ceilings. There are two doors on the left side of the bed one I think leads to the closest, the other bathroom. One in front which I assume is the door that led outside.

Lookinatat g myself I found being surrounded by pillows, like in one set around sleeping babies to prevent them from falling.

Frowning I got down. Thinking about who might be the person knowing I fall from the bed.

Questions rushed all at once, panicking me.

Where I am? Am I kidnapped by someone? Oh God, where am I? Panicked I looked down and found myself in a t-shirt, a size too big for me. all this thinking and worrying increased the pounding tenfold.

My reverie was broken by the soft thud of pans coming somewhere from outside.

Panicked that may I had been kidnapped, I picked a vase from a table in the room, peeking outside, I slowly opened the doors. Following the sound, I tiptoed with the vase clutched in my hands.

Slowly descending the stairs I turned towards the sound.

But seeing the person standing in all his half-naked glory, relaxed all my tensed muscles.

I hesitated not knowing what to say. His back was turned towards me all naked. He may have not sensed my presence as I tiptoed. I took the opportunity to admire his broad shoulder which rippled with his every move. I was amazed to see him Move so gracefully around the kitchen.

His grey sweats hanging low on his hips. This man was the epic of perfection. Sculpted oh so perfectly. It should be a crime for someone to look so damn handsome.

Especially his brown orbs, whenever those eyes landed on me, they hold a demand to just be lost in them.

But his good looks are not what concerns me. I am concerned by the erratic thumping of my heart, whenever he is around. Whenever he is around it's like no to else exists except for him.

And the way he speaks it's always soft as if he scares that may his harsh voice will hurt me.

Earlier when I saw him and Ava that intimate, I felt an ache in my heart. An uneasy feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. And mere thinking of that scenario is making me uncomfortable.

I swear I don't want to feel like that but I can't stop those feeling from invading. That's why I didn't resist when Josh suggested the club. I wanted a distraction.

Thinking about yesterday, how come I am here with Alexander.

Last I remember drinking that weird cola, Josh ordered for me. Though the liquid tasted strange I didn't pay much attention to it, since I was for unknown reason upset from what I saw earlier that day and also about the things I was feeling. I was on my fourth glass when he got a call later and excused himself.

After that everything is blank. I tried thinking but that was only the ache in my head.

" You may as well sit, seeing you are not in your best state." The voice broke my trance and I turned towards Alexander who switched the gas off and put two plates of whatever he cooked move towards me.

Setting the plates on the counter.

"Is that for me ?" He asked gesturing towards the vase in my hand. Confused I looked down and closed my eyes in stupidness.

Of course, I had to do that. Stupid Iris why do you always embarrass yourself by setting the vase on a table beside. I turned towards him.

"I am sorry." I apologised

Shaking his head on something he thought. He gestured for me to take a seat.

I took a seat on one of the tools. On the counter, there were two plates of scrambled eggs and bacon with freshly squeezed orange juice.

Moving around Alexander opened one of the cabinets and then fetch a glass of water he came back.

"Take these it will help with the headache and hangover." He said by giving me two pills of what I think is Advil.

"I didn't drink," I said unsure. Though the symptoms are clear, I am drunk. But I don't recall drinking.

"Well, you were pretty much drunk when I found you the previous night and brought you here." He brought me here. But how did he find me? What was he doing at the club? Did he come here looking for me?

All lost I looked d towards him and I can tell he knows that I don't remember any of what happened yesterday.

Taking a seat beside me he said: " first you have your breakfast then we will talk about it ." He said.

Nodding I started eating silently not finding it in me to start a conversation with him. And no sooner did I put those scrambled eggs in my mouth. I moaned to the delicious taste.

Realising what I did I turned and peeked towards Alexander, finding his brown orbs gazing at me intently with some emotion, too much for me to breathe his muscles were tensed, holding tight on the fork. The unknown raw emotions were too strong for my blue orbs to not return the gaze of his brown orbs which I think had turned a shade darker.

After a few sit seconds of gazing, he thought of breaking the contest and cleared his throat, breaking the Trance holding us.

Resuming eating, I finished my food in no time. But craved more of the deliciousness, I wanted more but was hesitant I peered over Alexander's, he only had a few bites and was busy texting someone.

I was tempted to finish those.

"Are you finished? " He asked moving his eyes towards me. To which I nodded.

"I will just be back ." Pushing his unfinished plate he stood.

"You didn't finish," I said meekly.

"I am full ." Stating he went somewhere inside.

Fidgeting and biting my lips, I pulled the plate and finished quickly the left food and washed the plates before he returns. As I was putting the plates.

He returned " you cleaned?" He asked looking towards the washed place.

Not daring to look into those intimidating eyes. I nodded.

"Here you dress. Go get the change we would be moving." Taking the clothes out of his hand I returned to the same room I came from.

Changing I descended the stairs, finding him talking to someone on the phone. He was wearing the suit from yesterday.

Looking behind he said, "let's go ."

Exiting the elevator I saw Thomas ready with our drive. He opened my doors thanking him I entered followed by Replacer.

Thomas started the car. As we set off.

After sitting in silence, finally, I lost my patience, mustering courage I looked towards him, finding he is already looking at me.

"You want to ask something?" He asked raising his perfect eyebrows.

"How did you find me ?" I asked clearing my throat.

He shifted a bit in his seat and then answered. "I was there to meet my friend, who owns the club when you bumped into me. Not to forget wasted." He said giving a stern look.

"Did...did I. .do something stupid?" I asked nervously knowing he was disappointed seeing me drunk.

I saw him gulp looking ahead he answered " No." He answered then turning towards me he was stern " Except for the part where you ignorantly took a drink, offered by a stranger." He said and a bit of anger lacing his and ice.

I was disappointed too, with myself. How can I be so naive to accept any drink? But in my defence on was no stranger, he was Josh.

"Sorry" I apologised " but I trusted Josh, he said that it was a soft drink," I said in my defence. I know blaming Josh is stupid. Because it was completely my ignorance.

"Then next time be careful trusting guys like him before," Alexander advised.

But then something else appeared in my mind. The place we were and why didn't he take me home.

"Mmmm. .. Mr Russo..."

"How did you....." He interrupted.

Sighing he looked into my eyes " you can call me Alexander, no need for formalities. And no arguments on this." He stated even before I can object.

Not that I mind. I wanted to know how his name would feel on my lips.

"Alexander.," I whispered testing it on my lips. I am sure I heard him intake a breath. Body posture stiffened.

"It's too long, I will settle with Xander....only if it's okay with you," I asked peering over him through my lashes.

"It's fine." He said looking intently into my eyes.

"Mr.Ru...I mean Xander, why didn't you take me home instead?" I asked bravely. I don't know why but this man has this aura that made me cower in fear.

"You were too drunk. And I don't think you would have wanted your mom to see you like that." I don't know why but I felt as if he was not sure that this was the reason.

Not giving it much thought I decided to stop my queue of questions.

But then thinking that this is the longest we have exchanged words. Had this giddy feeling inside take to take

Most of the time I see him which is only two days. I always feel as if he is stern but then around me, he is always soft.

Though today he was a bit different from me from his usual self. I mean he seemed closed off as if he was distant today something was bothering him. But I didn't dare to ask.

"Iris.." he called when I was busy staring outside the window. The way my name slips oh so smoothly from his lips does this very strange thing inside me. As if hundreds of butterflies are flapping their wings.

"Hmmmmm? " I asked smiling.

"You don't remember any that happened yesterday?" He asked. I don't know why but I felt there from an edge in his tone. He seemed vulnerable asking the question.

"No. We something I should remember?" I asked looking into his eyes trying to find something I don't know what.

"No. There was nothing worth remembering," he said the turned opposite. But don't know why the way he moved his eyes from me, was like he was hiding something.

I felt as if he wanted something but was regaining himself. I won't lie I tried thinking about yesterday but nothing came.

But now looking at him I get a feeling that something happened that I should remember.

But for now, I shrugged leaning against the window enjoying the view.

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Finally, this was one of the longest chapters.

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