Don's Fiancée [18+Only]

8

I can't remember the last time I slept like a baby without worrying about Dante's minions. For the last five years I slept with one eye open and last night I slept with both eyes closed. It was nice to have a complete eight hours sleep, but I think I overslept for an hour or so. No one can blame me though, I was sleep and peace deprived, besides Ace's king-sized bed is so soft that it's fit for royalty. My muscles were able to relax, I think I've regained the years of my life I lost with running in just one night.

Stretching my arms with a little yawning sound, I opened my eyes, the gray ceiling met me, and the smell of spicy lavenders and pine - ah wait. Bed? I'm in bed? no, no, no, God no! - I know that scent. That minty, spicy, and woodsy cigarette laced perfume.

''Oh no'' I sat up and realized that I was in an actual bed and not the couch. I clearly remember sleeping on the couch after taking one of Ace's pillows and duvets. He must've lifted me from the couch but no, why would he do that? Maybe Agatha was the one responsible for this bed-couch confusion then. Yeah, maybe she was the one. She has to be but how will it explain this masculine scent around me?

Maybe it was his shirt, well, he didn't give me any clothes to wear so it's only logical of me to use what's available in the closet.

I found myself studying the other side of the bed, it was really messy, maybe it was just me. But I know I am not a messy sleeper, I sleep in one position or two and that is it. This is not by choice, I grew up sleeping in a very narrow bed so my body was trained that way.

Did we sleep together? Well, I still feel the same down there. Oh shut it, Lian!

So many maybes! This confusion was making me dizzy, my head can't stop thinking about that Italian mafia Don. deciding to ignore this little tightening in my belly at the thought of him, I stood up, made the bed, and headed for the bathroom.

As I hum 'somebody to love' and dance like Freddie Mercury, I took off the shirt over my head and pulled down the superman boxers I found in his closet last night. Before I could twist open the knob of the bathroom door, it opened by itself and made me stumble forward on my feet. Making me lose my balance.

The thought that Ace might still be inside his room left my mind long ago, not until strong wet arms gripped my shoulders and steadied me. He was only wearing a white towel wrapped around his waist - dangerously low - and the tattoo's covering his chest looked heavenly.

I looked up and saw his icy gray eyes raking my body. God, I'm naked! I covered my boobs with my right hand while my left covered my sex but that didn't seem to faze the lust enveloping his cold eyes as they turned to a darker shade of gray - almost black.

A yelp escaped my lips when my back hit the bathroom door roughly. Ace caged me with his arms on both sides of my shoulder while his body hovered over mine. My futile attempt to cover my body was long forgotten when he held my wrist and pinned them above my head.