This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Misunderstand

The gurgling water flowing in the bathroom, disturbed the calm of Jordan who was still lulled in the dreamland. Slowly he opened his eyes, and then dispelled the dazzling solar rays. Jordan glanced there and there, looking at every inch of the room. And Jordan gasped, realizing that he was asleep in Freya's room.

"What's going on" Jordan murmured, not understanding.

He got up and opened the thick blanket that covered his body. Jordan was more astonished, when he saw his chest was not covered by a thread. There were only casual pants attached to his body. Why could? What the hell's going on?

Two questions that messed with Jordan's mind.

"What's this?" Jordan turned wide, staring at the red stain beside him. It looks very contrasting with white sheets.

Jordan rubbed the stain slowly, looking like dried blood. Did something really happen last night?

Jordan held his temple, remembering what he had done. Nil, he could not remember at all. His brain memory is dead-end. Time stopped as he tried to kiss Freya.

"If I just kissed her, why would I sleep here. And ... this is what, there's no way this stain just comes, if nothing happens. Why can't I remember it at all. And obviously last night I wasn't drunk" Jordan grumbled. His hand again rubbed the red stain that was stealing his attention.

Jordan had not found a definite answer, suddenly the bathroom door opened. Jordan turned his head, and it appeared that Freya was rubbing her face with a small towel.

Long enough, Jordan didn't turn his eyes. He looked at everything Freya had.

The woman wore a knee-length dress, and her hair was rolled up with a towel. Drop by drop of water, falling from the end of his hair that was not covered with cloth. Freya was walking like never before, she was a little restrained this time.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" freya asked with a sharp shot.

Looking at Freya who was looking right at him, Jordan swallowed the saliva. Not because of his sharp gaze, but because of the reddish marks on his neck. The former that resembles the kiss mark is not only one-two, but many. There are even some of them that are poking shame behind the half of the dress.

"Did I really do it?" inner Jordan with a fast-paced heart.

"Freya!" call Jordan when the woman turns, and step limped onto the sofa.

Freya did not reply, she just turned her head and glanced at Jordan at a glance.

Jordan got out of bed and walked over to Freya. He knew Freya's mood wasn't good. And for some reason, he felt uncomfortable seeing Freya like that.

"Freya, what ...what did I do last night?" ask Jordan carefully.

"Are you suddenly having amnesia?" sindir Freya without looking.

"Not so, but .. I don't remember. Freya, are we really__"

"It's good that you don't remember, because I don't want to remember either" Freya said with a rough gasp.

"So we really___"

"Jordan, I don't want to talk about it!" cut Freya with higher intonation.

Jordan took a deep breath, now he believes something happened last night.

Although at the beginning Jordan did want Freya, and hoped she was pregnant with her child. But somehow, right now he feels sorry. A glimmer of guilt, silently bursting into the recesses of the heart.

How was Freya last night? Sad, hurt, or happy? Is she crying, or maybe enjoying? Questions made it even more awkward.

"I'm sorry" Jordan murmured after quite a while in silence.

"You're innocent" Freya replied.

"But I've done something inappropriate, Freya" Jordan said.

"You're not doing anything, there's no inappropriate terms." Freya threw her face away, as if reluctant to be stared at by Jordan.

"I'm sorry, Freya." Again, just an apology came out of Jordan's mouth.

"If you keep talking about it, get out!" Freya said without changing position. He still threw away his face while folding his hands on his chest.

"All right, I'm going out." Jordan moved from his seat. He grabbed his T-shirt lying on the floor, then stepped out of the room. He knew Freya needed time to be alone.

"I'm not leaving you, Freya" Jordan said before his body disappeared behind the door.

Freya did not answer, but a big smile on her lips, which of course was unbeknownst to Jordan.

"This time, I'll win your heart, Jordan. To make you fall in love, you must first make sure you always remember me. Of the many times we've spent together, I'm sure you consider me more of a friend, even though I can't say love" Freya said.

"You may be stronger than me, but I'm smarter than you." Freya lowered her head, and groped down the sofa. He took the cell phone hidden there.

"The security you put up, wasn't quite enough to limit my movements, Jordan," Freya muttered with a triumphant smile.

Then he started contacting Yana, giving directions to take care of all the work in the office. Then he contacted Reman, one of the men who trusted to look after Kamila.

In a different place, Jordan just threw his shirt away. Then he threw his body on the bed. Arms-bound, Jordan stared at the ceiling of the room. Again, he tried to understand the situation.

"I can't remember it at all, and my body isn't tired in the least either. In fact, back when I did it with Lyana, I felt a little sore and I could remember it clearly too. Did nothing really happen last night?" muttered Jordan.

"But, if nothing happens, then where do the red stains and the former kiss mark come from?" jordan denies his own opinion.

"And again, what happened to me? Didn't I really want this. Bind Freya by my side, and have full power over her life. Then why am I sorry now, and feeling guilty? Why are the more days, the more difficult my feelings become?" Jordan closed his eyes, trying to find answers to all the questions.

After closing his eyes, Jordan got out of his sleep.

"He tried to kill me, and he's the one who left Alex gone. Whatever I do now, it's nothing compared to his mistake. So why am I sorry, no, this is all true. He must pay for his arrogance."

After failing to get an answer, Jordan convinces himself, if anything happens, it is not the wrong thing. But his heart was betrayed. Deep down, there is a taste that denies its logic. And slowly, the sketches of Freya's face became more clearly drawn in the mind.

"Better now I take a shower, and check the cooperation in Russia. I can't waste time like this" Jordan said. He tried to find busyness, to get rid of Freya's shadow.

Seriate...