Isla de Las Sirenas

Alexander jolted awake, his heart rate skyrocketing and cold sweat beaded at his forehead. He took in a deep breath, coming to his senses and registering his surroundings, reassuring himself that he wasn't in Iraq leading a raid but back in his home country.

This wasn't the first time he had woken up to a nightmare but it didn't mean he was used to it, each time it was just as startling and difficult as the last.

He looked at the digital clock placed at the bedside table, it read 6 30 AM so he threw off the covers and swung his legs off the bed, standing and heading to the bathroom for a shower. It wasn't like he would've gotten much sleep anyways.

Alexander was given the pool house in the Gambino estate because it was fairly close to the main house, in fact, Isla's bedroom window could be seen from the pool house so in case of emergency he wouldn't have to peruse around the whole estate in order to get to the main house.

After a good shower he got dressed in one of his expensive Armani suits with polished boots before heading out the room, grabbing an apple for breakfast and making his way towards the main house.

It was 7 30 by the time he was in front of the main house. The guards stationed at the entrance let him in and he stepped inside.

It was grande, no surprise there.

A maid he recognized from before but didn't care enough to remember her name made her way to him.

"You're early, she wakes up at 8, she'll come out of the room by 8 30 for breakfast" she told him and he nodded.

"I'll wait in front of her room then, guide me there" he demanded, voice cold.

"You sure cause you can wait here" she said with a nervous look on her face, to her he was a scary man.

"It's my responsibility to keep her safe once she steps out of her room, I don't want to risk it" he said stoically getting impatient.

The maid talked too much.

Taking the hint the maid, Molly, whose name he didn't remember guided him to Isla's room door.

It was up the grand staircase and to the right.

Alexander took his position in the hallway as the maid left him alone. He waited impatiently for Isla to come out of the room though none of that impatience was shown on his poker face.

Currently, Alexander was stationed at the kitchen door of the main house.

Apparently Isla had kicked out the chef from the kitchen for the time being cause she wanted to bake a cake, even though the chef had insisted to make one for her.

Alexander watched her amusedly though his face was masking his amusement as she sauntered around the kitchen with the music playing in the background on her pink Bluetooth speaker, not too loud but occasionally she would absentmindedly start swaying her hips which was so sultry unbeknownst to her. She would also time to time look at him and pass him a smile.

His face was stoic, his heart a whole other story.

He stood there for hours as she finally brought the cake out of the oven and started lathering it with cream and decorating it. Never once did he get bored and now a mouthwatering smell of home baked goods filled the air.

She grinned looking at her handy work. She baked a red velvet cake and the outcome was so satisfying. One day, if hat day comes, she wanted to open a bakery of her own, she certainly had the talent for it.