Can you mend my broken heart?

Then he quickly retraced his steps back and turned towards her and said,

"The conversation that we had in between us, stays strictly between us. Is that clear to you?"

She nodded her head, as that was her only way out.

With a menacing look in his eyes, he leaned onto her table and said,

"You will stay tight-lipped about the whole thing. My dad should think that you are duping me in the way you were earlier. I repeat - In no way, he should know that we are aware of this little jaunt of yours."

"Rest assured. I will not spell a word."

"That's good then".

Saying that Raymond walked out of her clinic and started his car. The only thing that was on his mind right now was meeting up with his girl. That was the sole agenda that he had right now.

He knew it well that his father will not doubt about his visits to Dr. Oshana so he was pretty sure that he was not being followed. But still, just to be sure, he applied his fake beard, when he halted at the traffic junction.

After reaching his hotel, he asked David to arrange for someone to pick his car and to place it back at his new house. He did everything possible under his control to make sure that his father stayed blind to their secret rendezvous. 

Akira wrapped up all her work and then changed into a baggy hoodie and track pants and took a cab. She stopped at a mall and purchased a dress for herself, just to look pretty for him. Then she went to Victoria's Secret and purchased sexy lingerie for herself. She purchased it all black with delicate lacework, just the way Raymond liked.

Happy with her shopping, she left immediately for The Plaza.

As she sat in the cab, she carefully checked if anyone was following her. It had become a routine for her to be constantly aware of her surroundings. Kind of became a habit for her. 

After reaching the hotel, she booked another room so that she could change her attire first. Somehow even though the whole process was tedious and she had to plan each and every step meticulously, there was a certain kick in the whole fiasco.

After freshening up, she blow-dried to set her hair nicely again and slipped into the delicate laces which hugged her swells and peaks all perfectly. The lace made it semi-transparent and gave a barely-there breathtaking view. She was pretty sure that with just one look, he would crave for more.

Satisfied with her choice of laces, a happy smile spread on her face. She then moved on to wear her dress. 

It was a lovely ice blue satin dress with noodle thin shoulder straps. The zip held the dress tightly to her body like a corset. It accentuated her thin waistline to perfection. It flared out from the hips and fell just a bit above her knees, which would surely fan out as she twirled, showing her milky toned legs. 

Her heart-shaped pendant complemented that deep neckline of the dress. She looked beyond perfect.

Extremely happy with her own reflection in the mirror, she dabbed a bit of lavender oil on to the corners of her neck and then wore her white kitten heels. She was ready for the battle. 

The battle of ascending his heart. The battle of eclipsing his mind with nothing but thoughts of her.

All set, she rang the doorbell of room number - 902.

Anticipating her arrival, the moment he opened the door, his jaws dropped !!!