Falling [ 𝓚.𝓥 ]

"𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧"

I eventually woke up and found myself back in the hotel room, with a sleeping, shirtless Fransisco next to me. I immediately felt my cheeks go red in embarrassment, and so I tried to leave the bed as quietly as possible.
"Damage has been done" I heard Fransisco mutter.
I bit my lip in embarrassment, and attempted to get out of the bed when I felt Fransisco's grip on my wrist. His head was flat on the pillow except he faced the wall instead of me.
"Alexander told me what happened, stay in bed" Fransisco quietly muttered while being half asleep.
The events of the other night suddenly began to replay in my mind, so I chose to stay in bed.
"Why weren't you picking up my calls?" Fransisco questioned, as his face was buried into his pillow.
I paused in confusion, but later understood.
"My phone was on silent, I was pissed off" I shrugged.
"Language" Fransisco mumbled.
"I'm an adult!" I protested.
"No, you're 18 and clearly a stubborn one", I could practically hear the eyeroll in his voice.
I groaned in defeat. Fransisco eventually began to sit up, while using one hand to massage his shoulder.
"Will you come down to breakfast?" Fransisco asked, as he grabbed his towel and toiletries.
"No" I said quietly.
Fransisco surprisingly placed his items down, and stared at me.
"What do you mean no?" He asked, confused.
I was just as confused, unaware of what the concern was for.
"I don't usually eat breakfast" I stated.
"Well today will have to be a day where you do eat breakfast" Fransisco stated, in a voice where people would usually stop talking.
"Why does it matter to you?" I asked, feeling the frown form on my face.
Fransisco was about to enter the bathroom, when he turned back after he caught my last question.
"Why did you ask? Why does it matter? Well, Miss Astor did you know not eating breakfast increases the chances of a heart attack? I wouldn't want a dead wife next to me, the Romero heir" Fransisco explained, in the most monotone voice with a hint of sarcasm.
"Are you a dietian?" I questioned sarcastically with a small smile.
Fransisco paused for a few seconds, before replying.
"No I'm a drug dealing murderer with a bounty on my head that adds up to the value of the The Royal Mint Of Spain. Do I look or act like a dietian to you?" Fransisco chuckled in a manner that would make anyone want to take back what they said.
I sat up properly, and chose to be cross legged with the duvet over my lap.
"So would you like me to see you as a drug dealing, murdering, millionaire?" I gave a half hearted smile in confusion.
"Do I look like a millionaire to you?" He asked, while leaning on the door frame with a towel in hand. I felt guilty for paying attention to the way he looked with an unbuttoned black shirt, revealing his abs and tattoos.
"Yes?" I responded, in confusion.
Fransisco pretended to hold his heart, and looked up.
"I'm offended. I am a billionaire" Fransisco chuckled.
I thought to myself, Fransisco laughing would have been the last thing I thought he would do.
"You have a lot of confidence, Romero" I gave a tired smile.
"Yeah?" He replied, as he continued to lean on the doorway.
Fransisco cleared his throat, and left to shower. I still felt nervous and annoyed at him, and I continued to have a strange gut feeling.

Soon later, I pulled myself out of bed and began to get ready for the day. From what I knew, I was meant to spend the 2nd day before my marriage with my fiancé and brothers, a Spanish gang tradition. This particular tradition dates back to generations ago, a way for the brothers to see how the fiancé is. If there were no brothers, the father would have to take that role.