Running to be Hunted

I checked at least five times to make sure Rafał was sound asleep before getting up from his bed on the tip of my toes. It was freaking hard to get out of his embrace without waking him up, but I managed, even if I felt instantly cold when his touch left my body. Covering him with the wine fluffy blanket, I tiptoed my way to his closet where I left my things yesterday.

Putting my strapless bra underneath his shirt and changing my panties to the last clean one, I folded the long sleeves up to my elbows, opened one of his drawers and picked one of his Versace crimson red leather belts and put it around my waist tight, making his shirt look like a stylish dress. Then, I picked one of his boxes and put it on to use as a short, because I don't use dresses without shorts.

Leaving my strawberry perfume, my obsidian English knuckles and two of my panties over his island, I put everything else on my clutch, and looked at the hour in my phone, 6:27 in the morning. Picking up the Prada cotton oversized black shirt and the Dolce & Gabana full black hoodie he also gave me, I put it together with the dress I was in on Friday. I then picked the hells from the ground with the most care in the world, not to make any noises, and walked out of his room in cat steps.

As my feet finally touched the last step of the stairs, I let out a low sigh of relief and carefully walked towards the kitchen. Then, I opened the fridge, cute three pieces of the brownies he made for us to eat in the breakfast, ate one and put the other two on a small silicone container I found in a lower cabinet.

Taking another deep breath, I picked the black pencil that was near the white board where he writes what he needs to buy on, and wrote a note in English.

[Did you sleep well? You looked peaceful and stunning like a holy angel.

I know you will get mad that I left without telling you, and when you were asleep, but I couldn't stay. Even though that's all I wanted to do, and I didn't want to be anywhere else but here with you.

I left you some things, and I also took some with me. Ah, and I'll give you back the lil container when we meet again.

I hope it won't be long. Depends on you.

You promised you would find me, so I'm counting on it. Keep your word, please. Don't give up on me or I'll curse all of your ancestors and future descendants if you dare to have them with anyone other than me.

The brownie was absolutely delicious. I'll look forward to eating more of this, because you will have to make more for me. I think I might be addicted.

Not as much as I am to you, of course.

So, huh, I may or may not have lied to you about two things that may or may not impact the way you see me. Nothing drastic, but definitely important. It wasn't personal, I didn't expect to like you as much as I did, and I definitely don't expect to want to marry you by the end of the weekend.

Anyways, you need to find me, okay?

If you're as clever as you say, call me.

60781-98357-2938-3.

The order is all wrong and there are five extra numbers, so you will have to put some work on it.

I'll ran. It's your turn to catch me.

To my love,

From your love.]

Kissing the bottom of the board with my red lips, I put the pencil down and quickly walked out of the kitchen with everything. And as I left his apartment and went to the underground garage where my car was, all I wanted to do was to push the damn button for the penthouse again and get back there, but I can't.

The way down to the garage felt agonizing, and as I walked towards my car, my heart felt like it was getting teared apart. Swallowing hard, I unlocked my car, got in and locked again, putting everything on the seat at my side, I turned my car on and left his building as the security opened the automatic doors for me to leave. Dreading the sunlight that hit me, I put on my sunglasses.

Putting my real ID and driver's license back into place, I drove through Warsaw, in a traffic almost inexistent, as I headed to Cecylia and uncle Krystian's place. I took my time, putting down the long sleeves of his shirt, as my skin began to feel cold now that he isn't with me. It's going to be hard.

By the time I arrived in my old neighborhood, I had already eaten all the brownie to feel a bit closer to him again. I parked my car in their garage, picked all of my things, locked it behind and walked inside. Then I used the extra key Cecylia gave me ages ago and opened the from door, finding them making out on the living room. Thankfully clothed, but she was straddling his lap and they seemed pretty close of doing something else.

"Morning," I mumbled and turned my back on to them.

"Zofya!" Uncle gasped. "We thought you would come back at night."

"If I stayed there one more minute, I wouldn't want to leave ever again," I groaned gloomy. "He definitely would let me leave. That's why I sneaked out when he was sleeping." As I put my things over the piano at the side, I sat in front of it, feeling like crying, "I'm doomed."

After a minute, they put themselves together and came closer to me, their lips still swollen. And Cecylia stare at me with concern on her silver-ish grey eyes, "You fell for him?"

"There's was no, not-falling-for-him," I scoffed self-deprecatingly. "It would be different if I didn't start this by lying that I'm 21 and my name is Dakota. How would I know I would meet the guy of my damn dreams, exactly on the day I lie about my identity for the first time? I'm fucking unlucky."

"You said he name was Rafał, right?" Uncle asked seemingly worried and I nodded. "By Rafał do you mean a charming perfect put-together guy, above 2 meters tall, full of muscles, smart as fuck, full of sarcasm, a bit egocentric, black hair, blue eyes?"

"That sounds like him, yeah," I chuckled, feeling my face burn. "Did you talk with one of your friends? He told me he's friends with one of them."

"He is, indeed," he pressed his lips together, as if trying to hold a smile. "Did you look at yourself in the middle before you left, Zofya?"

"No. Why?" I frowned.

Cecylia grinned wolfishly and pointed at my neck, "It's all marked. Finger marks, hickeys, and even bites," she tilted my head to look at it better. "Honeyboom, Honeyboom, he did quite the job on you, huh?!"

I jumped away from her embarrassed, "Jam-Jam!" I cried. "Stop it. Oh my God, what do? I can't go home like this."

"Don't go then," uncle Krystian chuckled, "because you may not know, sweetheart, but those marks don't go away in the middle of the night. They stay for like, two days. Elle being as invasive as she is, will definitely notice it."

"And what are you dressing?" Cecylia gasped, looking at my body. "Fancy, but it looks nothing like the dress I go you, huh. Naughty girl, is it his shirt?"

"Definitely his shirt," uncle pointed. "He's really tall, Lia. Almost twice her size. I doubt she even gets to his shoulders. A shirt of that idiot will go down her knees for sure," he mocked.

Cecylia clapped her mouth, trying to hold her giggles, "My girl really went all out. Is this hoodie also his? What? He gave it to you or did you steal it?"

"He gave it to me," I gasped. "I only stole the belt," I said after a pause, grinning. "I doubt he will mind it though. But that's not important, Jam-Jam. I want him, like, really want him to be with me. Officially. In a relationship. He wants it too, he made very clear, and he'll definitely get mad because I ran from him. But he doesn't know I'm 16 and my name is Zofya. I mean, yes I'll be 17 in two weeks, but still," I passed my hands through my messy ginger long hair.

"You know he will find you, right?" Uncle tilted his head amusedly. "Even if no one helps, that dude will definitely find you. From what I know of him, he's quite determined and obsessed over things. If he's set on having you, no matter how much you try to run, he will find you, sweetheart."

"What love said. He told me your man is quite the powerful one abroad and has many powerful contacts in Poland too," Cecylia gave me a he-is-awesome look.

"I want him to find me. But he needs to learn the truth before that happens, and I'm not telling him. I can't. I mean, it's worse because I didn't tell him while I was there, and now I ran. It'll be obvious that I was lying," I told him in the note too. "That's what I'm scared off, that if he learns in 8 years younger than him, he will back off."

Cecylia came closer and hugged me, "It's okay, let's hope he won't be like that. See? This is another reason why you should get your emancipation soon, Honeyboom. If you are legally an adult, it won't be so troublesome. Now, if you're legally underage is something else."

"I know. I'll ask that for my birthday to my mom. It's a quick process, so, maybe I'll be able to get it before the New Year, but it doesn't change the fact that, because I lied, he slept with me while I'm underage," sigh. "I mean, it would be fine if I had just slept with him and gotten over with it, but the bastard made me fall for him before I even realized. You have no idea how compatible we are, Jam-Jam. We match in literally every single thing. It's like we are fated."

She and uncle Krystian side-eyed each other and then turned their soft gazes back to me, "We understand that better than you can imagine, Honeyboom."

"What do I do?" I pouted.

"Want to get out of Poland for a while?" Uncle Krystian grinned naughtily. "Make him go crazy for a bit? We were planning on presenting you with a travel to Switzerland already, but we can make it happen sooner. If you agree, we can depart in two days and get back to your birthday and the holidays!"

My eyes widened and I beamed, "For real?"

"Yes!" Cecylia exclaimed loudly in her high-pitched voice beaming with excitement. "Surprise!"

Her reaction made me laugh, "Ugh. I love you both."

"We know," uncle Krystian said with a smug on. "Lia said you were dying to visit Switzerland on winter, so, we planned on taking you there in January. Elle always trusts us with you, either way."

"Me out of the picture, means she'll be able to spend even more time with aunt Monika and little Cyryl, so she'll definitely not even spare a thought to it, before letting me go with you," I scoffed bitterly. "It'll be good. Both to stay away from Rafał as he hunts me down in Warsaw, and to stay away from mom and Monika who can't keep their damn hands to themselves."

It's uncomfortable. I don't know if I'll get used to seeing my mother with the one who used to be my favorite aunt, my father's freaking sister. It would be different if mother hadn't cheated on father with her. But she did and I saw it.

That will make it forever uncomfortable.