Karla Kuznetsov's POV
I was dancing and I was smiling for the crowd when the theatre was going down. I was smiling on the stage that I don't think it would be serious. But it was when I was hearing the crowd went wild and they were running for their lives.
"Karina!" Bella was calling after me before the stage was falling apart. I was dropping to the floor as I was looking at the stuff that was holding the stage together before I was seeing that I will be crushed by a giant light.
"Watch out!"
Someone shouted before I was being pulled to the side of the stage. I fell from it and landed on something hard but also soft at the same time.
"Good thing I am here," Scott said as I was smiling at him before he was pulling me out of the theatre. I was looking at the stage before Scott was running toward the exit. I saw that there was someone that stood on the stage and they have a mask on them.
I wondered who they are.
I was running behind Scott as he was pulling me to the back alley that was far from the scene right now. I was looking at the smoke that was coming from the building of the Opera before I was huffing and taking a deep breath.
"Well, that went well," Scott said before I turned to look at him. I was furrowing my eyebrows before Scott smiled at me.
"What?"
"What do you mean 'that went well'? There was a fucking fire that was burning down the opera and all you have to say was that?!" I said as I was glaring at him. Scott put up his hands in defense.
"Okay, I think we need to calm down,"
"No, I don't want to calm down. I want to know what was going on and why are people chasing and running and there was a fucking huge fire and, and, and…" I was unable to finish or complete my sentence when the tears were streaming down my face right now.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. Everything will be alright. I'm right here," Scott said as I was looking at him with my tears brimming my eyes.
"You promised?" I asked him as I know that I would never compare him to Alan. I was the one that was running from him but why I was asking a promise that I am sure not going to keep like I was with Alan.
"Yes, I am. and there will be no one to harm you ever again. That's my promise to you, Karina," he said as he was pulling me into a hug. I was hugging him like I was afraid to let him go. Afraid that he will be gone and I was all alone again.
"Shh, it's fine, Kiska. Everything will be fine," he said as he was kissing my forehead. That felt nice. I never knew that I was craving for his kiss after that dinner when we first met but right now, I wanted to be with him more than ever.
"Take me home," I whispered to him before Scott was putting me at arm's length. He was calculating, as always, but he nodded at me.
"Okay,"
"Your home. I want to be with you tonight," I said as I was gripping his lapel. He was looking at me before I was sighing. I know that I was being too hopeful that he would bring me home, into his domestic life, into his house.
"Come on," he said as we were walking to the backside of the alley and I was surprised to see that there was his car right in front of me.
"Wait, why did you park here?" I asked him as I turned to look at Scott. He clenched his jaws.
"It's a long story," he said before I was arching my eyebrow at him.
"I got time," I joked before Scott turned to me and his eyes softened.
"Yeah, we got time," he said before we were walking toward the car and he unlocked it. Scott opened my door before I was sliding inside the car and he closed it. Then, he moved to his side and he was starting the ignition before he shifted the gear into D.
"We will be out of this nightmare soon enough, I promise," he mumbled but I heard every word.
And like an idiot in love, I believed every single word that he said.
The drive home was a quiet one. I was looking outside the window when the radio was playing some music before the breaking news was coming in.
"This is just in. The Teatro dell' Opera di Roma was under attack today. It seems to be the work of the terrorists that were targeting the young performers that were, according to them, dressed appropriately. It was said that the terrorists were related to a conservative movement…"
"I never heard of this before," I said as I was listening to the radio now. It was more interesting than the view as I was trying to figure out what was being said.
"On related news, there was an action that was taken by the EU that was trying to conceal the borders from the foreigners that were coming to settle here. It was said by the head of EU at the moment, Germany, that it was not a good move to bring more immigrants into the EU countries," the news said before I was scoffing at them.
"What do you mean it was not a good move? Most of the economy that was being produced in those countries were from the immigrants that worked so hard trying to fit in and lived a comfortable life," I said as I was aware that Scott was listening to me. I blushed before I was clearing my throat.
"Well, that's an interesting opinion that you have," he said as I was blushing even more.
"It was nothing. Sorry I lashed out. I guess the attack was getting the best of me," I said as I was pinching my temple. I was not in the mood to be doing this but I did. I cannot control my emotions these days.
"It's fine. I understand, considering that we both immigrants," Scott said before I turned to look at him. He was smiling before he was turning right and I was shocked to see that we were in front of Giovanni's hotel right now.
My suite but how did Scott know?
"Come on," he said as he was getting out of the car before he was coming to my side and opened the door for me. I took his offered hand and I was looking at him.
"Scott, what are we—"
"I have a suite here. I don't have an apartment so I rented the suite here. It was easy this way than to have to go through all the stuff to acquire an apartment," he said as I was nodding at him. I don't think that he knows I was living here as well.
"Come, you must be in shock," Scott said as I was looking at the building before Scott was giving the valet his keys and we were inside the lobby.
I was aware that we were walking together and Scott was putting his hand on my lower back. Not that it was awkward but I was letting him do so. Maybe he will take this as consent for something that was playing in my mind right now.
Having sex with each other.
I gulped before I was listening to my heartbeat that was beating fast right now. I hoped that Scott will not hear it as he was punching the button before the elevator dinged. We stepped inside and he was punching the floor that was my room as well.
How come we lived in the same building and on the same floor but I never noticed him?
Sure, Scott McBaran was a very attractive man and I was considering myself as beautiful as well.
Sunset hair with green eyes. I mean, who doesn't want me? And my body was a dancer's body. They are lean and toned so that would be my advantage as well.
The elevator dinged and we were walking toward his room, which was like 2 doors away. I was still in the ballerina costume that made me wonder why people were staring at me the whole way up here. Scott was unlocking the door before he opened the door and I was looking at it. It was dark and alluring and most prominently, it smelled of him.
Giorgio Armani, my favorite.
"After you," he said as I was walking inside and I know that I was doomed to have my heart be broken again by this mysterious stranger.