A/N: I, Rhonarina, have absolutely no words to express how sorry I am for neglecting this story. I give anyone and everyone permission to shoot me as much times as necessary to feel content (please don't shoot me). Point of the matter is, I can't guarantee a constant steady update, but I can guarantee that this story will be finished one day….. Anywho, enjoy as usual!

A Dream Come True

Chapter 8

Normal POV

Waking up to the blazing, Jamaican sunlight along with the crashing ocean waves outside your window would be such a soothing sound to one's ears; that is if you didn't have a serious migraine to worry about. Lazily, Misaki raised one hand to her eyes, blocking out the sunlight – which seemed to find its way into the room through a small opening between the curtains – only to find herself donned in a silk, white sleeping gown.

Huh?

Her mind then started racing… how did she get here? What happened after those guys tried to attack and get pictures of her? Did she pass out? As a matter of fact, where was she?

After getting a good look at the room, she realized that this wasn't her room. It did resemble her room, yes, but everything was in reverse. Plus, if this was her room, where were her clothes or her suitcase? As a matter of fact, where were her belongings? She quickly got out of bed, wrapped herself in the robe that was conveniently folded at the foot of the bed, before getting a good look at herself in the mirror.

Bad idea. Her hair was sticking up in different directions, she had a little drool on the side of her mouth and she didn't exactly smell too pleasant either. She then found her pants, shoes and shirt she wore the previous day folded on the couch; her room key still in the back pocket. After putting on her clothes and freshened up, she left the room, only to find that it was Takumi Usui's room.

"Damn that Takumi Usui" she muttered to no one in particular. But seeing that he was nice enough to help her get away from those three idiots, an apology seemed to be in favour. However, he was going to get it as soon as she finds out how he managed to get her changed and why he didn't just leave her in her own room. She then quickly showered and changed into a fresh pair of clothes in her own room before proceeding to get breakfast at the usual buffet area. She then saw Tora also going to get breakfast. She then gave him a gentle wave, to which he returned and began walking in her direction.

"Hey sleepy head! Had a nice nap?" He then playfully ruffled her hair before trying to put his arms around her. Seeing as how she was avoiding any intimate contact with him, he just settled with pulling her by the hand to the buffet line. They sparked a light conversation while getting their breakfast as well as consuming it. From afar, they looked like your average couple, only people didn't know that they were just friends.

"Tora, you know you need to stop. I'm not stupid and I know for a fact that you're trying to get on my good side. I-" She was cut off short but a thin finger on her lips. Said owner of that finger then gave her a sultry grin.

"My Misaki, I'm just showing my true passion for you. You know I love no one else but you, and there's no one else in the world that would treat you how I do."

'You got that much right.' She muttered to herself as she ignored him and dug her fork into the creamy scrambled eggs.

"Could you tighten the strings at the back for me?" Honoka, one of the maids that worked at the café, asked Misaki politely. They were trying out a new strategy to get customers: wearing bikinis and serving samples of cakes and parfaits to people on the beach and around the pool. Misaki then tightened the straps of the top piece of the bikini along with the apron and made one final check before giving the okay.

"So how is your love life going?" Honoka asked, bending forward to apply water-proof mascara while giving Misaki an eye. Misaki, on the other hand, was probably putting tomatoes to shame by how red her cheeks were, with no utterances made.

"Not talking eh? I saw you with that blonde guy today. As a matter of fact, everyone saw you with that blonde guy. You know the one with the yellow eyes. By the way, are those contact lenses he's wearing or is that his natural eye colour?" Misaki released a huge (inaudible) sigh as soon as she realized that Honoka wasn't talking about Takumi.

"I'd suppose you could call him a friend. I'm not too sure about the eye colour-thing either." Honoka's head spun around to stare at Misaki in disbelief.

"How in the world could you call that hunk-of-a-man, not to mention that man is the heir to Igarashi Corps, just a friend? Do you not see how he stares at you, like you belong to him?" Misaki rolled her eyes at that comment; they really and truly didn't know the real Tora Igarashi -the nasty scoundrel that is only nice when he wants something from you. She was about to make a comment on that statement when a lively Satsuki burst through the doors of the changing room.

"Oh my god, Misaki! He is such a hottie! I saw him carrying you from the back, princess-style and Misaki, I can see the way he looks at you in through his emerald-green eyes. I think you should pursue a relationship with him." Satsuki continued to ramble about how perfect Takumi was, adding on extra details here and there which made Misaki blush, all in all ignoring Honoka's confused expression in the background.

"Green eyes?" She managed to muster from her confused state. Doesn't the guy that stays near Misaki have yellow eyes? She was quite sure of that.

"Yes, yes. Green eyes. I swear they look like polished emeralds straight from the jewelry store!"

"But I'm sure they're yellow; bright yellow, like a cat's eye. Right Misa-" Misaki was nowhere to be found; only a partially opened door was evidence of her silent escape. Both the manager and waitress then stared at each other, confusion mirrored in each other's eyes.

Misaki wiped an imaginary sweat drop from her forehead as she moved as fast as possible from the disputing women, knowing fully that she was going to be strapped for answers as soon as she showed up for work again tomorrow. She then saw a flash of blonde hair in her peripheral vision.

"Takumi?" She whispered softly to herself while turning around. Sadly, there was no Takumi, however, there was a crazy tourist wearing a blonde wig and doing the macarena. She quickly turned back around and headed towards her room to change into more comfortable clothes to observe guests. Upon entering the elevator and watching the door close, she swore she saw a flash of blond hair once more, but seeing that most of the tourists happen to be blonds (and not in that way) she decided to ignore it and head straight to her room to changed.

"C'mon Misaki, you can do this. It's only a simple hello, right?" Misaki, now changed into a light sundress and flats, stood outside Usui Takumi's door, hand curled in a knocking position and resting lightly on the wooden door. She gently raised the said hand, ready to implement force to create a knocking noise against the door, before gently releasing it and creating a gently thud instead.

"Dammit. Why can't I do this?" She then gently rested her head upon the door for a few seconds before hearing a chuckle behind her. Quickly whipping her head around, she then saw the owner of the suite leaning against the wall, dressed in a black tuxedo and clutching the plastic card in his hand, all while trying to contain his chuckles. Pushing himself off the wall, he then slipped the card in the holder and opening the door.

"I suppose you have something to say to me?" He whispered to her, a grin smacked across his face. He then ushered her inside, glancing along the corridor once more before shutting the door behind him. As she entered the room, she took the time out to observe her surroundings: the white sheets on the made bed that she slept on last night, the messy arrangements of documents and other instruments on the table in front of the flat-screen television; hell, she could hear the ticking of the square clock on the wall, staring down at her in amusement.

'Damn clock' she thought before she was pushed against the closed door, her back making a thud noise and her hands being pinned above her head. She then tried to use her legs to kick the green-eyed jackass, only to realize that he had her legs pinned too. She then settled for glaring into his emerald green eyes, hoping he'd feel her wrath and back off.

"You dare enter a suite with a healthy, young man?" He whispered, leaning closer to her. "Do you know what can transpire between a healthy, young man and woman?" He then continued to pin both her hands with one hand; the other hand was softly caressing her face. He then released a soft sigh, cupping her face with his free hand.

"You're so innocent, like a doe." His thumb swiped over her pink lips gently; her eyes being captivated by his own. He then gently released her from her prison before pulling her into his arms; tightly pressing her body into his own and burying his face into her hair, inhaling her scent.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Misaki" he whispered softly into her hair, just barely audible to her own ears. She then cautiously put her hands on his arms, holding him close and resting her head on his shoulders while listening to him breathe. She didn't know what this feeling was, but for the moment, she felt a sense of calmness wash over her as she embraced him.

A/N: Firstly and fore mostly, I'd like to thank all my lovely readers for putting up with my unpredictable updating schedule. Hopefully we'll continue to get this show on the road and thank you for the support you've shown me. I feel like my writing skills have improved since I started this story and it's all thanks to you guys for being there. I, once again, appreciate concrit and other forms of criticism. And last but not least, don't forget to show me some love and review! I love to hear from you guys and feel free to express yourself. Have a good week!