Pwease don't go, shtay wich me" He looked as though he was about to cry and who am I to deny him when he looked at me like that... Completely broken.
"Okay sweetie" ignoring my hungry stomach I climbed into the bed and under the covers, cuddling him like a baby with his head nuzzled deep in the crook of my neck as he held me tightly.
I swear I felt him sniff me.
Even with his large physique and height it still felt like cuddling a small child.
He slowly drifted off to sleep in my arms, breathing softly. I smiled and kissed the top of his head before succumbing to the darkness away with the world feeling content with him in my arms.
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Wow, I didn't get nightmares, that's weird.
For as long as I can remember I've been having horrific nightmares from the time I was little.
And not having them makes me feel weird almost as if I'm in someone else's body.
I haven't slept this peaceful in years.
Turning to my side I felt a soft warmth envelop me, hoping it's not a dream I moved closer trying to fully engulf myself in the warmth.
It felt soft and comforting like......Home. Home. Never thought I would use that word again.
Slowly opening my eyes trying to adjust to the morning light of the sun, I'm met with a soft plump surface, hmm so soft and warm I just want to— wait Since when are my pillows this soft.
Fully coming to my senses, I instantly freeze when my eyes lay on the soft figure sleeping so extremely close to me, her body heat radiating off of her with me clung to her chest tightly.
What the hell?! When did this happen?! Did I— no, no, no!
But before I could even get a chance to react she stirs in her sleep and slowly opens her beautiful brown eyes as they lock with mine.
We stare at each other for what feels like hours, none of us say a word and just remain in the peaceful embrace of one another.
She's really beautiful even with her messy bed hair and her slightly swollen face due to it being squished in one position the whole night she still looks as beautiful as ever.
We continue staring at each silent words being spoken.
I never want this to end but then again women can't be trusted for all I know she could be plotting something they always are.
Finally snapping back to reality I jolt out of bed causing her to yelp in surprise.
"What hell are you doing here?!!"
Alice's POV
I don't know what came over me as I just stared into his eyes, my head screaming at me to pull away but that little voice at the very back kept urging me to just stay and get lost in his eyes.
I could see the emotions swirling in them,
Innocence,
Confusion,
Hurt,
And most importantly the will of wanting to be free from the shackles that held him down.
He must have suffered immensely in the past for him to be where he is right now feeling
Lost,
Broken,
Angry,
Hatred,
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The Psychotic Billionaire
General FictionAlice Monroe, a renowned 24-year-old psychiatrist, works at the most prestigious psychiatric hospital in London. She is not only recognized for her professionalism and strong work ethic but also for her striking beauty. As the youngest psychiatrist...