I didn't know today was Wednesday till evening, but I managed to put up a chapter for you guys. I hope you enjoy it!

This week's Cliffer of The Week is Annaysh313 Thank you for the lovely votes and comments. Even though you may not continue on this journey with us, I hope you enjoyed the story til now.

Also the climate has been pretty bad here today and the storm is really scary. I hope everybody stays safe inside their home and survive this together.
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Cath's POV:

My heart beat violently as I knocked on the room door. Zoran said that he saw Michael enter this room. Then why was he not opening it? I waited for a few minutes before I raised my hand to knock on the door again.

Just when my hand was about to touch the surface of the wood, the door opened and my hand ended up knocking Michael's nose. "WHAT THE HELL?!" He hissed.

"I am so sorry!" I shrieked and moved towards him. I tried to remove his hand from his face to look at the damage but he glared at me and took a step back.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to see if I hurt you."

He laughed but the sound scared me. The icy tone of his laughter chilled my bones. "Oh, trust me. You have did more than hurt me, but you don't have to worry about it. I am not fiancé remember?"

I sighed and walked in, closing the door behind me so that we would have some privacy. "Michael.."

"Oh please don't close the door. Your mom might walk in right now and get the wrong idea about us. After all, I am not her beloved son-in-law Mr. James douchebag Mathews, and she would die if she saw you anywhere near me."

"Michael!" I glared at him. "Don't talk like that."

"What? I am just stating the truth." He lifted his hands up in surrender.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't know about my mom's illness. It wouldn't be right to get angry on him. "You do not know what you're talking about."

He looked at me in mock horror. "Oh My God. I am so sorry. I do not know anything you or your fiancé. Sorry that I dare open my mouth. Your highne-"

He stopped mid sentence with his mouth wide open. I continued to glare at him as he finally blinked and placed a hand on his cheek, and flexed his cheek. He blinked again and looked at me. "Did you just slap me?"

"What else did you want me to do? Kiss you?"

He blushed. "That wouldn't be bad."

I glared at him and he shut his mouth. "Talk to me when you come back to your senses." I walked back to the door and opened it.

"Where are you going?" He rushed behind me and shut it closed.

"You're clearly not in a proper state of mind to talk, and anything I tell you now wouldn't go well with you. So I kindly ask you to move."

"No." He blocked the door with his whole body.  "Aren't you supposed to console me? Tell me he is a nobody that I have to worry about? And then kiss me to make it up for all the nonsense that he spoke to me?"

"I would have given one if you had actually known that there was nothing for you to worry about in the first place."

"But you know what he did! He was trying to spite me!"

"Exactly! He was trying to spite you, and you fell for it."

"What am I supposed to do then? Keep my mouth shut and let him do what he wants?" He threw his hands up in frustration

"Yes, because you're not in a competition with him. And  even if you were, you should have known that you had won a long time ago, and didn't need to get involved in such silly games. To think that you don't even know that, makes me wonder if you really do trust me."

He looked up guiltily and walked upto me. "I really do trust you."

"Good." I faked a smile at him and walked towards the door. "Then I don't think I need to give you any explanation for my actions."

"But what about my kiss? I surely deserve it for being so understanding right?" He pulled the door back open just when I was about to close it.

I gave him the same fake smile again. "Surely you do." A large grin made onto his face.

"But when you actually are understanding, and not pretending to be like you are."

He groaned. "This isn't fair. I am trying."

This time I let out a real chuckle. He was acting like a kid. "Maybe, but not enough."

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. My eyes widened and I tried to get away from him, but his grip only tightened around me. He leaned forward till his face was close to mine and smiled at me.

"Okay, for you I would do that, but just remember. When I am done, I would be expecting my reward, and I wouldn't be okay until I am completely satisfied."

I gulped and his grin widened. He pecked my cheek, wished me a good night and went back into his room before he shut the door. I stood there for a few minutes trying to catch my breath.

What the hell just happened now?

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Daniel's POV:

I wanted to sleep. Truly I did but something about tonight's events didn't let me close my eyes. It wasn't the dinner. It wasn't about meeting Sam at her house, or even eavesdropping on James and Brian. It had something to do with the last conversation I
had with Brian.

"I-I w-was there?" He pointed at Sam's house. "W-With y-you?"

"Yes." I grunted. "With Sam."

His face paled, and he didn't breathe for a second.

I had never seen him this scared before. In fact I had never seen him scared at all. My mind then brought back an image of him before that conversation when I met him back in Sam's house. He was confident and smiling. What then was happening?

Was it really him? Yes it must be. Sam was also talking to him. But then he seemed like he didn't remember it. Could it be that I had imagined him there? If I did, then I should have imagined Sam too right? The thought startled me, and I sat up on the bed.

Could it be that I had possibly imagined them both then?

Then why was he scared then? Possibly because he thought that I had some kind of mental illness where I was hallucinating people that weren't there and he wanted to get away from me quickly?

That could even be a possibility. With all the sleeplessness in recent times and the stress of finding what's going around Cath, I couldn't just ignore that completely. The only other person I could ask about this would be Sam, but I don't think it would be right if Brian finds me sneaking into the girl's room in the middle of the night.

There was one other person who could help me now though. My eyes fell on the figure sleeping on the bed beside me with his mouth wide open. Maybe I shouldn't wake him up, but then this was an emergency.

I shook him to wake him up, but he only groaned and turned away from me. "Harry!" I whispered and shook him by his shoulder again. He groaned and opened his eyes. "Please tell me you woke me up only to announce that I have won the Spearman medal for my extraordinary work in the field of psychology; anything less and I am going back to sleep."

"This is more important than that."

He sat up immediately in alert and wore his glasses. "You have the attention of my over-analytic mind."

I took a deep breath. "Do you think I might be hallucinating?"

He scrunched his nose. "What? Oh, wait!" He smiled in realisation. "I must be going through a sleep paralysis right now. You're not even real." He then frowned and lifted up his arm. "Wait, but how am I able to move my arms now."

"Harry!" I slapped his cheek, making his head turn.

"Okay, that felt real."

"Because it was real." I huffed. "Why the hell are acting weird like Blake?"

The two of us looked at the figure sleeping beside him, just the way Harry was sleeping a few minutes ago. "Maybe you gain traits by sleeping next to someone. Oh My God! I could work about this on my next research."

"Harry!" I called out and this time he finally looked at me seriously. "Do you think there might be a chance that I could have any sort of mental illness?"

He looked at me closely. I had seen the look on his face enough times to know that that he was in his analytical mode that he used to assess his research subject. "What happened?"

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He sat silently as I finished reciting all that had happened with Brian a few hours ago. He didn't blink even after I finished telling him everything, and continued to look down at the bed. After what seemed like forever he finally opened his mouth.

"Are you sure he was scared?"

"Yes. I had never seen him like that before."

He nodded. "But he also said that he was tired. Maybe you just mistook what you saw."

"I know what I saw."

"Fine. Fine." He sighed. "Even if he did get scared, there might have been a million of reasons why he was. Maybe he saw something strange or got reminded of something else. Things like this happen and people tend to forget things even if it did happen a few minutes ago. Just don't read too much into it."

"But.."

"Daniel even if something was wrong with you, I can't confirm anything with what you just said. With what I have been observing there doesn't seem to be any change in your behaviour. With your mood? Yes, and it is only reasonable with tension around Cath's issue but other than that I don't find anything strange with you."

I sighed, still not satisfied with the answer I was getting. "Would you tell me if you notice anything?"

He smiled. "Of course! What else am I here for?"

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Sam's POV:

I couldn't sleep all night. Any second I closed my eyes, all I could see was his green eyes and the way he looked at me tonight. I groaned, tossing and turning but to no avail. Cath slept so peacefully beside that I felt jealous of her.

Once the sun rose up high in the sky, I decided it was time to finally stop trying in vain and got up from the bed. I trudged my way down the steps, hoping that I don't trip my way down there. My feet took me to the kitchen almost automatically.

Maybe a nice cup of coffee would clear my brain.

With a smile on my face, I entered the kitchen only to stop by the doorway. I could see someone already occupying what should have been my saviour space. My heart beat increased and I knew I was to be doomed.

God no! Why does he look hot even from the back?

He stopped whatever he was doing and turned to look at me over his shoulder. "What did you say?"

Shit! Did I just say that aloud? I thanked God for my tanned skin or else I would have resembled a tomato right now. I cleared my throat, and pretended that I didn't embarrass myself as I walked inside and stood by the table.

"I was talking about Brian. He was just leaving the house and he looked hot from the back."

I admit that I expected at least a world war moment now, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect to see a smile grow on his face. "Yeah, I am sure he would have looked hot when he left the house about an hour ago."

My eyes widened. "Uh, what?"

He turned back to what he was doing by the stove. "He left the house an hour ago. Didn't your supposed boyfriend tell you about it when he left."

I sat on the chair beside the table, trying to look like I was busy with something else. "Uh, he must have known that I was sleeping and decided not to disturb me."

He turned around with a wide grin on his face and two mugs in his hand. He sat on the chair opposite to mine, and placed a mug in front of him, and the other in front of me. The smell of hot coffee invaded my senses and I wanted to kiss him already; inspite of my morning breath.

I took a sip of my coffee and that's when my dear Angel decided to open his mouth again. "So you do agree that you didn't see him leave?"

I spluttered the coffee out of my mouth just the way it had gone in. He immediately rushed to my side and patted my back. Though I should feel touched, I only felt even more embarrassed. Once I stopped coughing, he made sure I was okay, and went back to his seat.

I didn't dare lift my eyes after that. Stupid, stupid Samantha.

"Thank you." He spoke and I looked up at him.

"For what?"

"For the compliment." He spoke in a nonchalant way. "It's been so long since I heard one from you."

My grip on the mug tightened. "I think you forgot a tiny detail that I never compliment you."

He grinned and laid back on his seat. "Oh then do I need to remind you of the time you accidentally admitted I was hot when I picked you up from work the first time, or the number of times you've been glad for getting the whole package."

He rubbed his abs and I looked down in embarrassment. He didn't think it was enough though as he continued to speak like he didn't have any idea about my predicament. "Maybe I should remind you how you just lost control a few minutes ago and admitted that my back-"

"Fine!" I glared at him to which he only grinned. "You're hot. Any girl with eyes could admit to the fact."

He smiled and leaned forward. This time it wasn't teasing, but rather quite affectionate like he did last night. "You're not any girl, and all that matters is what you think about me."

What the hell was wrong with this guy? Why was he trying to kill me with such sweet words? I took hold of the mug and gulped down the contents of it in one go. Was it possible to get a hangover from coffee and prevent like I was drunk a few minutes ago?

I didn't even drink coffee when I said that aloud.

I looked up to find him staring at me. So I gathered up the courage to finally ask him what had been going on in my mind the whole night. "So you really did mean it? All of what you said last night?"

He looked startled and I didn't expect that kind of a reaction from him. "So you really were there?"

"No, that was a figment of your imagination." I rolled my eyes.

"What?! So you weren't there?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why? Wasn't I supposed to be there? Don't tell me you were drunk then!" Did I just waste all night over a drunken confession?

He got up from his seat, moved around the table and rushed to my side. His movement was too fast for me to even realise when he had gotten there. He pulled my chair back and stood on his knees, holding my hands in his.

He looked up at me, half with fear and half with anticipation. His whole appearance was scaring me. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "Just tell me. You really were there last night right? I mean at your home. You were there with your camera, and then I came for you."

I looked at him warily but answered him nonetheless. "Yes."

"Who else was with us?"

"Uh, Brian was there for a while and then he left."

He muttered something under his breath, but he seemed visibly relaxed. He then got up and walked back to his seat with a smile. All through the while I couldn't help but think something was fishy about him.

"Why are you asking me all this?"

He smiled. "To make sure it wasn't a dream."

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Unknown POV:

The loud noise pierced through the calm environment outside. They said I couldn't party all night; that it wasn't allowed in that club. So I bought the whole club to myself. Now let me see who the hell can tell me not to party any time of the day.

I watched the few drunken maniacs trying to co ordinate their movements as they tried to get up on their feet. It almost felt funny to watch them struggle. I kind of enjoyed watching them do that.

The door to the private room, and in walked a bouncer. He scanned the room, probably looking for me. When he spotted me, he walked towards me in long strides.

"They is someone looking for you S-"

I raised my eyebrows and he cleared his throat. "Boss."

"Good." I grinned. "I love the sound of it."

"Don't get used to it." He grunted.

"I thought you were here for a purpose."

"There's someone here for you."

"A girl or a boy?"

"Unfortunately a girl."

A sly grin made way onto my face, and I leaned back on the sofa, my arms wrapped around the headrest. "Let her in."

One minute 53 seconds passed by before the door opened again. She walked in a heels and a red dress that hugged her figure. I couldn't help but appreciate the view. After all, beauty is meant to be appreciated.

"My eyes are up here." She pretended to be annoyed but I knew better.

I grinned up at her. "I wasn't looking for your eyes."

She narrowed her eyes at me before she settled herself beside me on the sofa. "It's not funny."

"It wasn't supposed to be."

The two of us stared at each other before I decided to break the silence. "I didn't think you would want to do anything with me after our last meeting."

She leaned back with such confidence that it looked too hot for me to bear the heat. "I thought so too, but our last meeting was exactly the reason I wanted to see you again."

That got me interested. I leaned forward just to intimate her a little bit, and she gulped down her nervousness. "Which part of the meeting made you realise my awesomeness?"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "The part that made you faint, and lose your consciousness."

I frowned. "I what?"

She sighed and I could see the concern that she was hiding break through her face. "Remember the last time we met here at the club."

"Yes, we had some arguments and you left."

"Yes but I came back because I left my purse at our table only to find you unconscious."

I let the information seep in before I chose my next words. "Let me guess. Being the good girl that you are, you decided to play babysitter and stayed till I woke up again?"

She scoffed but I could see the red blushing of her cheeks. "Be glad that I was kind enough to get you a taxi or you would be rotting down in this stink."

I smirked at her. "I own this stink now. You don't have to worry about me anymore."

She looked away. "I am not worrying about you. I am just afraid when you die of alcohol poisoning, the police may come out for me."

I leaned forward and cupped her cheek. That seemed to do the trick as her eyes widened. "Don't worry. I'll have a signed letter stating you're innocent before I get murdered. Just inform me the time before you decide to poison me."

She swatted my hand away in annoyance. "Why is everything funny to you?"

I looked at the window, my gaze fixing on that one thing that has been the centre of my attention for a very long time. "I'm afraid if I am not funny, some things just might kill me."

I looked back at her face to see her looking at me with a serious expression, and a bit of a surprise too. I wouldn't blame her. I had never shared any of my thoughts to her. I then grinned at her. "Besides why so serious?"

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