-What were you looking for, Lana? He replayed almost right away. It doesn't matter. All I found was a contract with Alexander. Do you know anything about it? And well, now thinking about it, I opened the drawer and froze when I saw A.V. initials signed on a paper that I'm pretty sure was a contract, but of course, I didn't get the time to read it cause Christian heard something, and we had to get away, as fast and as far as possible. -No. I'll call you if I find something out. OK. I left my phone on my bed, and jerked myself up. Was there at least a minute in my life where I didn't worry about something? A minute where I was surrounded by millions of problems? The whole reason why I was running away from home was that exact Vesnetsov, and after that, Christian asked me if everything was alright, but how was I supposed to explain something I didn't even get the chance to read? Sitting up, I walked towards the door, and I wasn't even exactly sure where I was planning on going. I just wanted to get up because I could feel the pressure in my head from laying down, and felt like I was drowning in my own damn problems. Then, Marco reminded me of this other situation that, of course, I didn't have under control.. It all started with that night. The night I met Alexander.. But at the same time, Christian.. Walking towards the stairs, I realized Christian's door was slightly opened, and I don't think that anything really went thought my head, I just stopped, peeked, and then pushed the door open. I wasn't planning on going in his room, but I already left without saying a word, and I owed an explanation for that night.. We weren't in this house for long, so it was definitely my first time walking in his room.. It wasn't even similar to the one in the castle, because nothing was as classy as back there.. Walking in, the first thing I noticed was the gray dominating. White and gray in fact, and the whole room was designed in that modern-ish style, with a bed bigger than both of mine back at home, and dark wood floors instead of carpets.. The room I was staying in was in a similar style, but it was a guest room, and there was no creativity in it. This one was pretty plain and cold itself, but it matched his personality perfectly. Across the door, after passing the whole room, instead of a wall there was glass windows that probably made the room really bright in the mornings, a view of almost the whole forest was spread underneath the balcony. However, the only thing that I focused on was him. He was standing on the balcony with his back turned towards the door, a glass in his hand, and a complete concentration of the green picture before him. I stopped for a second, took in a slight breath, and went though my options in my head.. A part of me told me to walk back outside, to not even bother. But the other part.. It told me to go for it. I was the one that walked inside without a word, and also the one that kissed him after he backed away.. I could've left it on that, but no, there was something else that was going trough my head. Something that couldn't exactly be ignored. My legs seemed to move on their own as I walked towards the terrace. I seemed to let it go for a few seconds, letting my mind rest, and only hoping that we both would leave it on that.. You know, not talk about. But what were the chances of that happening? Of course, that was Christian.. It couldn't have meant anything to him, as it shouldn't mean anything to me either. But it stopped the confusion inside me, the dread, the anger of the whole situation back in the lake house, and it had me motionless and breathing for a few seconds, before I ran off. I walked slowly as I stepped on the balcony, and I knew he could hear me, but he seemed too focus on the view or whatever was going though his head to really care. It took me a few seconds to take in the sight.. I don't think I was very aware of the view that the balcony had, I just looked at him. The gray shirt he was wearing was tight enough to outline every sharp muscle on his back, then his arms. When he rose the glass of whiskey towards his mouth, every line and muscle on his arm flexed, and made it even more convincing how fit he actually was. I released a slight breath, only to make sure not to scare him, and with putting my hands in the back pockets of my shorts I took a small step beside him. "I'm done." I wasn't sure why I started off exactly like that, but he was the only person that was now completely aware of my situation.. He understood.