I tossed and turned repeatedly.
This new bed was softer but unfamiliar so I was finding it hard to let myself sleep.
I got on my feet and turned on the TV. I flipped through Netflix absentmindedly searching for a movie to watch.
I tried so hard to fight the thoughts of his kiss away from my mind.
I did not want that picture replaying itself in my memories. It felt like the more he kissed me, the more I lost my senses. This was what too much of being around a person could cause.
Now that I had calmed down, I figured this separation was not so much of a bad idea after all.
But then did it mean sex would be the only thing that would let us be in the same space, asides attending events?
I needed to fully detach from Jace emotionally and just focus on what I needed to do. I was letting my emotions cloud my senses like I did today. I did not want it to repeat itself.
Maybe I would consider apologizing for snapping at him the way I did.
No. I shook my head immediately. He did not deserve an apology for just kicking me out of his room with no explanation. He deserved the way I spoke to him and how I smacked his hands off. And he had no right to shut me up with a kiss like some male lead in a romance movie. This was not a movie. This was real life and I was in a toxic space with a torturer.
I let out a sigh. My focus had moved from the movie playing in front of me and all my thoughts revolved around him.
I decided to go downstairs and get myself a snack so I could enjoy the movie.
It was nearly midnight so the house was quiet and dimly lit.
I trailed down the stairs stealthily.
I made my way to the kitchen and ran my eyes through the refrigerator. Ice cream was my first go-to. I would burn it off in the gym the next morning anyways.
I shut the fridge and let out out a scream.
He placed a palm over my mouth.
I felt my heart thumping in my ears as he dragged me to a seat.
"You have zero survival skills," he commented.
"You scared the hell out of me and you’re talking about survival skills?" I said accusatorily.
"If I saw a strange person watching me, I would throw a punch instead of screaming like a child." He retorted.
I blink rapidly before speaking.
"For starters, there was no reason for a strange person to be watching me until you came along with your problems."
"You’d be surprised."
"What’s that supposed to mean?" I frowned.
He did not say anything and I took that as my cue to leave. I grabbed my snacks.
"You’re eating all that tonight?"
I sneered at him. "You have no right to judge me."
"You’re eating all that tonight?" I mimicked him in a forced baritone.
Jace actually laughed!
I swear I had never seen his full dentition before. It was too perfect.
Did I just make THE Don Romano laugh?
"You’re capable of laughter?" I couldn’t help but ask.
"I’m human, Mira." He said calmly, still smiling softly.
I would never admit to his hearing but I loved the way his eyes crinkled up at the sides as he smiled. He looked like he was squinting as he did that.
I shook my head, not believing it still. "No. You’re a robot. Someone has to be impersonating you right now."
"Would a robot know that your boobs are your weakness?" He said with a sultry smirk.
I blushed crimson. Was he teasing me right now? I had to be dreaming. I must have slept off while thinking about him and now I was having a very vivid dream.
I put down my treats and pinched him.
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"I just wanted to be sure that I’m not dreaming." I said, still reeling in shock.
He smiled again. And this time I saw he had a slight dimple.
This man is gorgeous.
"I’ll just go to bed now." I said, backing away before I would forget that I was still mad at him.
He looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it and nodded.
I went to my new room, chilled with my cup of ice cream and eventually slept off.
The next morning came and I woke up still feeling like I was in a strange place. This room was going to take some getting used to.
I sighed and walked into the bathroom to wash my face.
I stood in front of the mirror, wondering if I was still mad at him to the point that I would not make him breakfast like I had been doing for weeks now.
Brushing my teeth, I looked in the mirror critically and I realized thatI looked a little sleep deprived because I slept late after binging on a bowl of ice cream in the middle of the night. That’s very unhealthy by the way.
I let out a loud grunt. In all honesty, I felt like going back to bed. Jace would have to get his breakfast from someone else. Besides, I was the one who chose to take on the ludicrous duty. And it seemed to be yielding barely any results but I had to keep up with it because I was playing the long game.
I heard a knock on the door and assumed it was someone sent by the chef to confirm if I was still making Jace’s meal this morning.
"Good morning Mrs Romano,"
"Mr Romano has asked for you to come down. He’s expecting some guests and they’d be here soon."
"Oh." I was stunned by that piece of information. I nodded and shut the door as I thought of what to wear after showering.
I picked a simple grey short sleeved dress that stopped slightly above my knees. Then I slipped into my go-to Hermes slippers.
Then I put on a simple necklace and earrings to wear as I brushed out my waves.
I got downstairs and froze on the spot.