Its a conspiracy. I never thought I would let in to a conspiracy. I knew it was a conspiracy. His one meeting had planned out every little thing. The words, the talks, the entire game plan to trap me. I had resented and shunned him out always. Yet. Like the perfect gentleman he perfectly ignored my perfect side and kept displaying my flaws.

So he thought that fragrance could lure me in. No it dint. It rather kept me awake all night wondering what burrberry could mean. I pretended that not talking to him dint mean anything. But it did. Everything.

I knew I had boundaries. But I also knew those boundaries had circled him in.