Bound by Temptation | 18+

Natalia

'A fiery crash. Emergency teams rushed to the scene when private plane N930NN, exploded mid-'

I stopped listening to the news reporter, when I heard the plane registration. N930NN.

No. A lump the size of a golf ball forms in my throat.Please god if anything, don't let this be. I continue to listen in hopes that everyone is okay.

'-crashed into a small field just outside of San Francisco. We have just discovered that the explosion has taken the lives of all three passengers.'

No, no no! This can't be happening.

"I'm going to be sick." I say as I grab onto the kitchen counter for support. My mother rushes to my side, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry, baby."

"I can't breathe." I clench my hand to my chest.

"Baby, calm down. You're going into shock." Calm down? I can't. Not when the love of my life has just died. I feel her soft hands rubbing circles on my back to try to comfort me, but it's not working. Nothing can soothe the pain I feel running through every atom of my body.

My vision blurs, tears forming in my eyes. "This isn't real." I whisper, trying to catch my breath. I break down to the floor crying out in agony.

My mother drops down to me, wrapping me into her arms. "Bring him back." My voice breaks. My father stands speechless on the other side of the counter, as my mother soothes me.

"Please."

I jump up in bed, beads of sweat on my forehead. I have had nightmares every night since the accident. Twelve hours. That's all it took for my heart to completely break.

Feeling my mouth dry, I get up to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. Four years. It's been four years since that day. The day I stopped believing in happy endings.

When I turn away from the fridge water in hand, I'm faced with a half naked Vincent. He leans against the door frame, piercing me with a dark stare. "What are you doing awake?" He asks as I walk over to the stairs, towards him.

As I go to walk around him, he steps in my way. "Excuse you." I say, trying to go the other way. He steps in front of me again. "What's your pro-"

"Why were you screaming earlier?" His question cuts me off. Was I screaming in my sleep? He stares at me waiting for an answer.

"I had a nightmare." I say as casually as I can. I finally get past him to the stairs, and It doesn't take long for him to follow me. When I reach my bedroom door, he is right behind me. "You're twenty years old and still get nightmares?" He asks amusement laced in his word,  I simply nod.

"Yes, Vincent. I'm twenty years old and have nightmares. Sue me." I'm filled with anger now. Can I not have one day of peace in this world? That's a stupid question to ask when you are the only daughter of a Spanish don. I open my bedroom door and walk in, slamming the door in his face.

I sigh heavily, flopping down on my bed. This whole thing is ridiculous. The alliance, the marriage, my nightmares. Everything is fucked up. I set my glass of water on the nightstand and lay back in the bed.

An hour passes by and I hear a door close down the hall. I believe it's Vincent, that is until my door opens and Grayson walks in. He walks in with his Marvel pajamas on and a light green blanket in his hands.

"Hey, little dude." I say, sitting up as he climbs up on the bed. I look over at the clock on the nightstand and it reads 4:43am. "What're you doing up so early?" He lays down on his stomach with his head facing me, crossing his hands under his head.