When Y*u Know...

AMAYA’S POV

Kyle had a beach-front property and it was beautiful. It was a stylish triple-story home with contemporary living and a relaxed flow to a spacious patio; with a rim-flow pool and magnificent, open-views. Securely tucked away, with a unique modern design, which was surprisingly spacious, yet reasonably compact. 

Downstairs, the open-plan, well-fitted kitchen led to an attractive courtyard and the living area, dining-room which led to a covered entertainment patio leading to the massive pool. There were additional guest bedrooms all en-suite, on the upper level. Upstairs, three bedrooms, two bathrooms with main en-suite through its own dressing-room area. The main bedroom had an open balcony with stunning views of the sea. Up a further staircase was a loft or his studio; I assumed.

After he shocked me with his premonition or whatever that was, about me being his future wife, he just acted normal and told me to come and eat my breakfast. We made small talk during breakfast and he was very easy to be around. He told me he was here for some R and R and was just taking a break from his hectic schedule.

I went to shower and contemplated what I would wear afterward. It’s not like I could wear my outfit from last night again or raid Kyle’s wardrobe, he was much bigger than me anyway. I would have to do a walk of shame back to my hotel I guess. I had to go and visit Rita and Richard at the hospital, visiting hour was between 1-2 pm and it was about 11 am now. I would not make it on time even if I went to get a change of clothes from the hotel. Or maybe I could Google the nearest shopping mall but I couldn’t find my phone.

I stepped out of the bathroom and I was surprised to find, laid out on the bed-a pair of Sissy Boy jeans in a soft blue color, a plain white T-shirt, and a pair of white Chuck Taylor’s. All in my size. All brand new. With the tags still on them.

“But how did he know..?” I mused.

The only thing missing was underwear but as I lifted the t-shirt, there it was. A black, lacy Wonderbra set in-you guessed it-my exact size. I would be freaked out right now but I’m surprisingly calm-and flattered-as I don my new outfit. I was putting on my shoes and a pair of socks slipped out and fell onto the tiled floor. I fell back on the bed and laughed out loud! Like literally. Kyle could qualify as a stalker-a classy, hot stalker though.

Kyle came and stood by the door watching me and joined in the laughter. “I take it you liked the “surprise?” he grinned widely.

“You’re a freak-or a stalker-or both,” I said as I sat up on the bed. “How do you even know my size for...well-everything?!” I gestured wildly with my hands.

He came and sat next to me and when he was about to speak I raised my hand and said. “Please don’t say Google!”

He rolled his beautiful, brown eyes and said “Yeah Google is my friend.” He chuckled. “I took a wild guess, and by the looks of it I was right.”

I stared hard at him not believing a word he just said. “Okay, okay, I checked the tag on your clothes.” He said raising his hands in defeat.

“And my underwear..?” I asked holding my breath.

“I checked the tag,” he said inaudibly, backing away from me.

“What? You can’t be serious?! I have no words for you!“I gritted my teeth, exasperated, and slightly irritated.

Suddenly Kyle burst out laughing. “Sorry I can’t take it!” He said, gasping between laughs. “I wouldn’t go that far. Ever!” His eyes shining cause of mirth. “I would want it to be consensual and for you to be conscious. I just wanted to see your reaction and it was totally worth it!” he laughed gripping his stomach.

I visibly relaxed and sighed in relief. I tossed my hair over my head and pretended to straighten the covers.

“You need to chill babe.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and shakes me playfully. “Loosen up okay?”

I gave him a bored look and asked him. “Why do you call me that?”

“What babe?” he looks at me like I am crazy, “That’s what you are.” He stated with finality.

“Kyle, we don’t even know each other-and I don’t remember consenting to be your 'babe' as you put it.” I tried to protest but failed.

“Well you will be-and we are going to remedy that today. Right after we do hospital rounds..” He paused thoughtfully, then continued. “There are another set of rounds that I would like to do with you-pun intended by the way..but..that will have to come much later..” he winked at me and then kissed me on my forehead. “I had a whole day planned for myself but because you’re cute-and I like you- you’re allowed to crash the party,” he replied, giving me a swoon-worthy smile. Gosh! The things I could do to those dimples...

“What have I got myself into?” I groaned softly, rolling my eyes at him.

“Sit down and let me brush your hair.” He gestures towards a chair in front of the dressing table.

“I can brush my own hair you know,” I said but I was more than happy to let him do it.

He gently forced me down onto the seat and pulled out a brush from the top drawer.

“I am brushing your hair as a form of therapy FYI. Studies say it relaxes you and you seem to be in need of it. You have such beautiful hair though.” He remarked quietly as he parts my hair into smaller sections and starts brushing it from the roots to the tips.

“You seem to be very experienced with this hair brushing thing,” I observed.

“My mum would ask me to do it a lot-when she was still alive that is..” his voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry..” I said. “But guess it makes two of us. I was orphaned just after Kindergarten.”

“Yeah. It sucks doesn’t it?” He frowned deeply.

He continued to brush my hair in silence and let it fall gently down my back. It was so sexy and soothing at the same time. Watching his strong, muscular hands stroking the brush through my long, thick auburn hair. Did I mention that he was topless?? It was very distracting but I’m not one to complain... His abs were well-toned and clearly defined, like a stone sculpture. Once again my fingers were twitching to touch them... My mind went places-he made me think of all sorts of wild thoughts. Probably the ones Rihanna was thinking when she wrote that song. I stopped my train of thought before I did something I would regret; and decided to break the silence.

“Why are you so convinced we’re going to end up together?” I questioned as our eyes met through the mirror.

“When you know you know-you know?” He smiled as he turned me around and kissed me again, so naturally like it was something we did every day. “We should go.” He said, breaking from the kiss.

“We need to talk about this..” I said breathlessly.

“Sometimes words are so unnecessary babe.” He said as he claimed my lips captive again without further protest from me.

“Would you like to know your future?

If your answer is yes, think again. Not knowing is the greatest life motivator.

So enjoy, endure, survive each moment as it comes to you in its proper sequence -- a surprise.”