The Prodigy | ✔︎

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"Thank you for the phone," I said, raising it up so he could see it.

He glanced at the phone and then at me. "Qualsiasi cosa per te, Angel."

"Anything for you?" I translated with a raised brow. "I've been learning some of the Italian language and culture. Was I correct?"

He smirked. "Corretto."

I only leaned back in my seat as we rode back to Saint's place in silence. However, it was the kind of silence anyone wanted to get lost in. The one that grabbed you, cherished you, locked away your thoughts, and encouraged you enjoy the present. I found myself wanted to get lost in it forever, hoping that I would never forget moments as they exist.

I turned to look at Saint. Like I've done many times before, I really looked at him. Through his hard exterior that liked to come off as uncaring and selfless, I could feel his need to be warm and gentle with someone. It was clawing to come out and I could see it in his eyes every time I was near.

Every moment that I had ever seen him so open and vulnerable played out in my mind like my favorite movie. It almost made me smile to think about the times when I felt like I was talking to him-the real him. Saint was a complex man, so hard to understand, yet so easy once you know him.

I've always been the one to challenge myself with the most complex games, and I never stopped until I was claiming victory. To me, he was my favorite game and I wasn't going down without a win.

"You're staring. Stop," he said. His car began to slow down as we pulled into the very long drive through.

"No," I responded.

He turned to me with an evil glint in his eye, turning off the car and allowing us to sit there in utter silence as the roar of the engine came to an ending.

"What's going to happen now?" I asked.

He turned to me with his brows scrunched together. It was kind of cute.

"You told me before that you hadn't decided what you wanted to do with me. Now, it seems like time is up because our deal is over. So, what's going to happen to me now that Viktor is dead and my mother is found, and alive, and safe?" I questioned.

He bit down on his bottom lip and I couldn't stop myself from following the movement with my eyes. Saint's face was almost blank and empty of any emotion beside the darkened look in his eye.

"What do you want to do?" he asked me.

I never really gave that much thought. I wondered if I would enjoy getting my mom once she got well and going back to our beach house, but did that mean I would never see Saint again? Would we be safe?

For a moment, I fantasized about my life here-just me and Saint. Truthfully, I didn't know if there was a me and Saint. We had sex a few times, but I wasn't sure if it meant to him what it meant to me.

"What do you want me to do?" I dared.

He stayed silent, probably thinking the same thoughts as me. We knew that there were the right words to say, but we were too frightened to ever take the risk of saying them.

"I'll think about it," he muttered.

Saint opened his car door and stepped out. It was like cold water had been poured down my back as I watched him walk around the car and open the door for me. My glare followed him as he retreated into the house, ruining what could have been a beautiful moment.

I stepped out of the car and shut the door behind me. As I stood there, I got a text from my mother who began to go on and on about Natalia-she liked her.

A smile came across my face as I read her message and began to follow Saint's path into the house where I shut the front door behind me. The cool air conditioning hit me hard along with the harsh smell of bleach.

I glanced up from my phone to see the couches were gone.

"What-" I began to wonder aloud until I saw a medium-sized gift box sprinkled with silver glitter with a beautiful red bow sitting right on top. Under the bow was a note with my name written on it.

I crept toward the box and softly pulled the note from underneath the bow.

"Little Red.

If you want your identity to stay hidden, I'd suggest you come out to dinner with me tonight."

I giggled. I actually giggled. There was a sense of deja vu from the first moment him and I had ever made contact with eachother.

Setting the note down, I looked inside the box to discover a silky black dress with a high slit for the leg and a low slit for the cleavage of my breast. It was beautiful. With the dress, there was a pair of heels gold and black Saint Laurent that must've cost a fortune. At the bottom of the gift box was a game-my favorite game-chess.

I placed everything back inside of the gift box and headed toward my room. When I got there, I noticed my room had been cleaned. The violin was picked up from the floor and neatly placed beside my bed. My bedding had been neatly made, unlike anything I could ever replicate. The curtains were pulled back, allowing the richness of the sun's rays to shine in the room. It even smelled of a clean linen fragrance.

It had been almost a full week that I was last in my room. I could only remember how depression was creeping into my soul, ready to trap me for forever. That was until Saint got a call that completely changed my life, giving me the second chance to be there for my mother.

I placed the gift box down onto my bed and removed everything from it again.

There was a pep in my step as I headed toward the shower, ready to enjoy a night with Saint.

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