he knew.

"That makes no sense Nadia." I said again.

"Seeing you with Nik, he was pretty pissed." Nadia smirked and adjusted her hat to cover the sun ray.

"Wow, you sure know your big brother well." I mentally applauded her.

"He's only a year older, so don't make it a habit saying that. And no, I don't know him that well. But when it comes to women, I can read him like the back of my palm. It's really not that hard to tell that he 'Fancies' you Grey."

"Well then. His way of telling me, That was not impressive."

"Look at him now." She smiled, staring at him taking his turn in the game, "He's pissed."

"Why would you say that? He seems fine to me." I arched my eyebrow.

"Look at the way he's holding the stick and how clenched his face seems to be."

"Tighter than usual." I admit, "Or he could just be really focused on the game?"

"Fool," She groaned, "He hated croquet. Doesn't give a shit."

"Ooh."

" He's mad that you walked away from him." She laughed again.

Honestly, this was the most I was ever hearing her laugh.

"Well, what did he expect? That I stayed there and let him act like a child ? Um, no thank you."

"You're different from the rest of women Grey. You have no idea how disgusted some are. And Sinister doesn't handle rejection very well. He's not accustomed to it. And you, you're too innocent and naive for the things he likes."

Woah really?

"Things like?"

She glared at me as though I said something bad, or wrong, "Why don't you ask him."

"I'd rather not."

"Smart girl."

Hmmm, weird.

"You said he 'Fancies' me. Why would you even say that? To be honest, I don't picture me as being his type."

"You assumed he had a type?" She raised both eyebrows in question to me.

Well, doesn't he?

" I guess." I shrugged.

She got up and ran a hand through her long dark hair hike tossing the magazine around here she was once sitting.

"Are you coming inside or do you want to sit here and sulk uselessly watching these idiots?"

"Depends, would I sulk productively inside?" I smiled but she didn't bother sparing me a reply as she headed inside.

Heading inside, I went back into the room where I snugged myself at the corner of the bed, turned the ac to the coldest degree and built a wall of pillows and blankets around and across me. Grabbing his laptop at the side, I decided to watch some movies. Well, it was better than doing nothing right?

Laughing at the scene, the door to the room suddenly turned open and he entered. I tried to ignore him but it was something I beginning to find difficult to do. Still attempting, I looked back at the screen and giggle at what was going on.

"Would you shut up?" He frowned as he took a suit out of the closet.

"Would you stop breathing?" I retorted.

With a sharp grunt, he turned towards me and shot me an icy glare.

Okay, he's mad. I get it.

"And what the hell are you doing?" He continued in annoyance, " Didn't I tell you to be ready by eight?"

Looking at the clock and back to him, I arched an eyebrow, "Are you serious? It's barely even six."

With that to note, I hadn't even realized that I was locked up in the room for the entire day just watching movies.

"You take longer than any woman I know to get ready." He answered.

"You're such a rude man Mr Sinister." I stated standing up on the bed and folding my arms.

"Get off." He scowled.

"Does it bother you?"

"Fucking. Get. Off." I could swear his voice almost growled at me.

I smiled stupidly, " Oh my, did i hit a nerve?"

"Grey!" He warned.

"Yes sweetheart." I teased and began slightly jumping on the bed.

"Suka, I'm so fucking tired of your shit."

Stopping, I mirrored his expression and frowned, " You didn't seem tired of me when you had your hand in my ass."

Okay, now that seemed to piss him more.

Congratulations Becky, you are a psychopath.

"Just get off the bed and get ready Grey." His voice still had that icy warning, "I'm leaving in an hour, it takes a little while to get to the hotel."

"No."

"No?" He arched an eyebrow.

"I'm not going anywhere with you again Mr Sinister."

"Same words Suka, yet you attended the last fair. It wasn't a choice by the way, don't be stupid"

"Or what? What would you do to me if I didn't listen?" I frowned.

Taking a step towards me, he suddenly pulled me by my foot down on the bed band leaned over me with a wicked smile, "Do you really want to know?"

"I'm curious." I breathed under him, strangely not so afraid anymore.

Control Becky, control it.

He studied me for a second and his Peres hotly into my ear, "what a naughty little girl."

His whisper sent tingles throughout my body and I knew I had goosebumps.

"Now get ready before you tempt me to blow your brains off." He smiled, pulling slightly away from me.

"Oh you won't do that." I grinned.

"And why's that?"

"Because you don't want this kind of blood to stain your sheet." I said innocently, "Trust me I bleed like Niagara Falls, you don't want that kind of trouble."

He arched an eyebrow at me. I was concerned if he was disturbed or completely turned off. My vote would be the first though.

Pushing myself away from him, I headed to the bathroom and showered. Wrapping myself with the plush white towel a dreadful thought washed over me.

I wasn't in the first house I had the clothes Alberto got me.

What the hell was I going to wear?

Shit!

Frowning, I exited the bathroom and I heard a knock on the door room.Sinister entered and ran a hand through his damp hair. Loosening his tie a little bit, he then fixed the cuffs on his grey suit. I noticed how long and messy his hair was and for some odd reason I wanted to run my hand through it.

Shut up Beck!

"If you're going to be changing here then I suggest you lock the door." He stated in that smooth velvet voice of his.

"Sinister… I.." I became unsure of how to tell him about my problem.

Turning around, he leaned at the edge of the closet and smirked at me gluing his eyes on my attire and damp earthly coloured hair that stapled against my wet neck.

The devil.

He knew.