Page 58 of Grand Master

“I don’t need to be saved Mira; I love what I do.

I guess you can call it my therapy.” I stroked over the back of her hand with my thumb.

“What I want from you is to feel your love and acceptance. You don’t have to accept the ugly sides of me, but the good.

See me for Kenric and not Grand. It’s the little things with you that knock at my soul.

Your softness, strength, and the way you soulfully play that violin.

When I went inside of your bathroom, I noticed that you used some of the money I gave you to buy me wash soap, cologne, and all of the things that I need to be comfortable in your space.

I love that, it made me feel special.” I looked away from her, feeling all mushy inside.

“Thank you.” I looked back at her.

“So, your willing to take things slow, so we can get to know each other on a deeper level so that this between us doesn’t become toxic?” She asked in her signature soft timid voice.

I looked away from her and stared out of her window.

The lump that went away in my throat last night returned and started to rise painfully.

Control. It was something that I was used to, I didn’t know how to answer her question because I was so used to handling things the way I saw fit.

This with Mira was fresh, something new.

I couldn’t deny the fear that I felt sitting next to her feeling the shift that would turn the good vibes inside of her small room if I simply said no .

There was still a twisted part inside of me that spoke loud and clear.

That side of me still wanted to pack up everything inside of Mira’s apartment and force her to come live and work out of Grand Corp.

That couldn’t happen because I still wanted her to be happy but couldn’t help the fact that I still wanted to own every inch and crevice of her.

Mira was my possession, I’d kill for her as many as times as I needed to, to protect and ensure that she remained in my possession.

She fed my impulses while quieting the chaotic storm that ate away at my mental.

I didn’t just stay away from Mira just to earn her trust; I did it to test myself on how long I could withstand not being around or inside of her.

“Kenric?”

I looked down at her hand that was now on top of mine and blinked my down at her.

“I’m willing to make accommodations at Grand Corp…

so when you come to spend days there with me, your comfortable…

just like you’ve made your space accommodating for me.

I’m an honest man Mira, I can’t make you any promises, but I want to give whatever you label us as being right now, a chance.

I want you in my posses—” I bit into my bottom lip so hard; I tasted blood.

“I want you in my life, so I’m willing to try, Little Owl.”

I moved my hand and placed it back on top of hers as a random thought popped came to mind.

“I never told anyone this about the difference between Josie and my other owls…” I started but stopped my words to better say them to her.

“What’s the difference?” She raised her perfectly arched brows at me.

“Josie only lands near people I care about…If she ever lands on a person that she knows I don’t give a fuck about, she harms them badly, damn near killing them. On some of the days that I come here, I would like to have Josie visit.” I said to her in a low tone.

“Oh, I would love to have her here, I thought about her…not the other owls because she stood out the most while I was at Grand Corp. It’s like she?—”

“She’s the map to my soul, Mira…I don’t look at her as a pet, but a piece of me.

She saw it all and watched over me. When I first started building Grand Corp she witnessed my pain, tears, and desperation.

Sometimes Josie would leave, I’d get more owls but couldn’t connect with them like I did with her…

I still don’t know why she came to me, but she always would find her way back whenever she’d leave for days at a time.

She’d train and communicate with me in her own special way.

She’s the only one that I’ve ever let in super close until you. ”

I touched the edge of my chest, where her name and Josie’s wings were on my tatted chest. Mira’s eyes shimmered. She leaned against me, laying her head on my shoulder.

“Owls are protectors, Kenric. They see what others ignore…they symbolize knowledge, and wisdom…So, with you and Josie, it’s more of a deep-rooted spiritual connection.

She flies for you because she feels your pain…

your darkness, and maybe she knows that you’re not just trying to survive but understands that you need to allow yourself to heal. ”

I turned my face slightly and brushed my lips against her temple.

“Do you believe in fate?” I asked.

She nodded against my shoulder.

“I didn’t believe in it, until I heard you play the violin and laid eyes on you.” I smiled as the vision of her back at the club forced its way into the forefront of my mind.

“I’m the Grand Master of a lot of things, now I want to master love in a grand way so that you will one day become my wife.”

The End…