✔|Entwined With You|

Chapter 27.

Julian's POV

So innocent, so peaceful.

I stared at the sleeping form of Isabella next to me. She would take a deep breath in and then exhale a small sighing breath, her lips quivering even after I had turned the temperature at a high level.

I don't know what part of her I should admire, the shy and clumsy Isabella that fumbles with everything or the carefree Isabella who doesn't give a fuck about what is happening around or this one, this placid vulnerable Isabella.

How many pieces constitute her puzzle?

Not wanting to stare longer than I'd regret it I stepped out of the car and slowly slamming the door I walked to her side. Of course, I will not wake her up because looking at her like this is temporary. So, I opened her side of the door and picked her up bridal style, her weight like a feather to my body.

Or maybe I've picked far too many bodies.

She whimpered and shifted for a second but again relaxed and shifted her face in the croon of my neck. I deeply inhaled her sweet and intoxicating scent and walked to into the house after locking the car.

I started walking upstairs and stopped short at the hallway. Where should I take her? Taking her inside her room without permission would look like intrusion. Who knows if she has stuff around? I decided to take her in mine.

I turned on the lights and gently laid her on the bed. Then I went into the closet and got a white shirt of mine. Closing my eyes, I zipped down her dress, taking it off. She is a really sound sleeper, not even shifting for once. I put her hands in the sleeves that were too long for her. Her smooth skin was all I could feel as I dressed her up.

And then I finally opened my eyes, regretting the decision. She looked way to beautiful, sinful honestly. Inside my shirt, on my bed. Before my desire would rise higher, I covered her up with the sheets and went to take a shower.

I came out and wore a t-shirt over boxers. Isabella is still sleeping soundly, soft snores coming out of her mouth. I laid down on the other side of the bed, keeping a safe distance between us. Before I could stare any longer, sleep took over.

----Isabella's POV----

[A/N: I'm sorry for switching between the POVs in case you don't like that but I just wanted this situation to be in Isabella' POV. So I had to do it. ♡ ]

I shifted my body slightly as I felt sunshine peek through the windows. Sighing, I kept my hand on the pillow next to me. Wait! This does not feel like a pillow. It is...harder and....broader. Wait! This isn't the room I had been sleeping in. This is bigger than the other one.

I squinted my eyes and looked up to see the least expected thing to happen. Mr. Ainsworth was looking right down at me with a small smile tugging at the corner of his pink lips.

"Rise and shine." He mumbled in a hoarse morning voice.

"What even-" I sat up on the bed holding my head. "Why am I here? Why is my head pounding like-"

"Shhh." He handed me a glass of water with slices of lemons swaying on the top. "I knew you would wake up with a hangover. So I got this ready. Have it."

"But why-"

"Stop questioning. Have this and I'll answer you." He too straightened up and I noticed that he just had his boxers on. I tried not to blush and gulped the warm liquid feeling better instantly.

"Yes we slept together but no not in that way." He made air quotes. "You had ended up sleeping in the car so I carried you to my room instead. I cannot enter your room without your permission, right?"

So he can enter my mouth without my permission but not a room?

"Hey! Hey! Hey! What about this." I pointed at the oversized white shirt covering my body.

"Yeah I made you wear that. You couldn't obviously sleep in that dress." He shrugged nonchalantly and started walking to the bathroom. So does this mean that he... My eyes widened I shock.

"Oh don't worry. I had closed my eyes. I wouldn't intrude your personal space." His words made me heave out a sigh of relief. "I'll go shower now. You should go get ready as well. We'll leave by eleven. A short meeting at Boston then home sweet home."

I nodded and got up. The shirt rose up to my thighs and I pulled it down all the while his eyes followed my actions.

"What about your shirt?" I asked.

He slowly walked over to me. "Sure you wanna give this to me now? Hmm?" He hummed.

When we were inches apart he fumbled with the first button which was actually done with the lower space, clearly indicating that he had his eyes closed while dressing me up. My heart started beating loudly against my chest. It was the only sound I could here right now. Is he actually?

"Don't be a worry wreck Isabella." He moved a strand of hair away from my face. "I've got plenty of those. Just put it in the laundry and go get ready." He gave me way to go and I quickly escaped.

I walked down the stairs crossing my arms to find him waiting downstairs already. He was talking to the man he's been handing out the keys to.

"Shall we go then?" He asked looking up at me.

"Sure." I shrugged.

Giving a last nod to the man, he left the mansion with me following behind. A driver was waiting for us inside the car today. The ride was all quite with me looking outside the window and him thinking about whatever he was thinking about.

This time when I sat in the plane, I was no longer anxious. I was sitting comfortably scrolling through Pinterest, waiting for the jet to take off. My phone rang, a call from Catalina.

"May I-"

"Obviously Isabella." He cut me off rolling his eyes.

"Hey Cat!" I cheerfully picked up the call.

"Isabella? When are you coming back home? Something is terribly wrong here." I heard her sniffs through the call.

"Oh God! What happened!? Are you alright?"

"I don't think I could explain you over phone." Sniff. "Just tell me when you will be here." Sniff.

"We've got a meeting in Boston first. We'll be home by he evening." The panic was evident in my voice. Before I could hear what she'd said, Mr. Ainsworth snatched the mobile from my hands.

"Give me two-three hours, she'll be at your doorstep."

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