Say I Do, Aurora.

Chapter 6 - Changes

Aurora Blackwood

A cold breeze whipped around the room, sun rays bounced off of the bedsheets as I turn and hide from the pounding headache wrecking my brain. I drank too much wine for my own good, that meal was treacherous. 

The smell of lavender and coffee filled my senses as I peeked my eyes out of the Egyptian silk. A large build walked across the room, tattoos and scars outlined every muscle on his body. A loose towel clung to his hips as it scandalously revealed an eye catching V-line. I gulp until I drag my eyes hesitantly away when he begins to turn around. 

"Are you awake?" 

"No..." 

I hid myself under the sheets as I snuggled into my original body indent in the memory foam. It finally occurred to me that we were in the same room as he was basically naked. My heart raced ever so slightly while my thoughts dived deeper down into forbidden scenarios. 

A deep chuckle erupted from his sly grin, my eyes closed ignoring the sound engraving itself into my brain. 

"You have to get up." 

"What? No. You get out of my room." 

I pulled the sheets down in a swift motion, sitting up to be met eye to eye with a towering piece of art. Damn his genes. I turn my face away and realise this isn't my room. 

"Why am I in your room?" 

A cold shiver ran down my spine. No. He didn't.

"Relax, I didn't lay a hand on you. You came in, kept yourself busy and then collapsed onto the sofa. Completely unresponsive so I laid you in here to make sure you don't end up choking on your own vomit" 

He must've seen the horror on my face trying to put together the pieces, a long sigh of relief left my mouth. Then a soft blush of embarrassment rose on my cheeks once again. 

"I didn't try anything...did I?" 

Pointing toward him with disgust written across every inch of my face. If I was to make a move on this man, I wouldn't regret it entirely, he's nice to look at but his egotistical personality drives me to a whole new level of anger that I had never experienced before. 

A deep, echoing laugh escaped his lips, watching me in amusement. I roll my eyes and look away.

"It was a genuine question, I didn't want to mess up this contractual arrangement over some drunken mistakes."

His laugh deepened. 

I sigh and push myself up out of bed, heading to my bath robe as I wrap myself up in it I catch a glimpse of my face, all the makeup from the night before was gone. My hair was braided to the side with my jewellery placed carefully into a box to the left of the mirror. 

His laugh finally died down while attempting to catch his breath, he turns to me. 

"Did you do this?"

"No. The house maid did."

"Oh...."

What was I thinking? Of course he wouldn't. Once again embarrassment engulfs me. I look away heading toward the bathroom and closing the door behind me. I cannot wrap my head around why I keep looking for the softer side in him. There is none. 

He's incapable of feeling anything humane toward me. He's cold, calculated and rude. His appearance is the only good thing to come from him. Last night? He was only watching over me to make sure I didn't cause a nuisance to the maids or the headlines if his first wife was to die. That would've hurt his reputation.