Chapter 69: 69 ~ Mira
I tossed and turned repeatedly.
This new bed was softer but unfamiliar so I was finding it hard to let myself sleep.
I got on my feet and turned on the TV. I flipped through Netflix absentmindedly searching for a movie to watch.
I tried so hard to fight the thoughts of his kiss away from my mind.
I did not want that picture replaying itself in my memories. It felt like the more he kissed me, the more I lost my senses. This was what too much of being around a person could cause.
Now that I had calmed down, I figured this separation was not so much of a bad idea after all.
But then did it mean sex would be the only thing that would let us be in the same space, asides attending events?
This was crazy.
I needed to fully detach from Jace emotionally and just focus on what I needed to do. I was letting my emotions cloud my senses like I did today. I did not want it to repeat itself.
Maybe I would consider apologizing for snapping at him the way I did.
No. I shook my head immediately. He did not deserve an apology for just kicking me out of his room with no explanation. He deserved the way I spoke to him and how I smacked his hands off. And he had no right to shut me up with a kiss like some male lead in a romance movie. This was not a movie. This was real life and I was in a toxic space with a torturer.
I let out a sigh. My focus had moved from the movie playing in front of me and all my thoughts revolved around him.
I decided to go downstairs and get myself a snack so I could enjoy the movie.
It was nearly midnight so the house was quiet and dimly lit.
I trailed down the stairs stealthily.
I made my way to the kitchen and ran my eyes through the refrigerator. Ice cream was my first go-to. I would burn it off in the gym the next morning anyways.
I shut the fridge and let out out a scream.
He placed a palm over my mouth.
I felt my heart thumping in my ears as he dragged me to a seat.
"You have zero survival skills," he commented.
"You scared the hell out of me and you’re talking about survival skills?" I said accusatorily.
"If I saw a strange person watching me, I would throw a punch instead of screaming like a child." He retorted.
I blink rapidly before speaking.
"For starters, there was no reason for a strange person to be watching me until you came along with your problems."
"You’d be surprised."
"What’s that supposed to mean?" I frowned.
He did not say anything and I took that as my cue to leave. I grabbed my snacks.
"You’re eating all that tonight?"
I sneered at him. "You have no right to judge me."
"Who says I am?"
"You’re eating all that tonight?" I mimicked him in a forced baritone.
He laughed.
Jace actually laughed!
I swear I had never seen his full dentition before. It was too perfect.
Did I just make THE Don Romano laugh?
"You’re capable of laughter?" I couldn’t help but ask.
"I’m human, Mira." He said calmly, still smiling softly.
I would never admit to his hearing but I loved the way his eyes crinkled up at the sides as he smiled. He looked like he was squinting as he did that.
I shook my head, not believing it still. "No. You’re a robot. Someone has to be impersonating you right now."
"Would a robot know that your boobs are your weakness?" He said with a sultry smirk.
I blushed crimson. Was he teasing me right now? I had to be dreaming. I must have slept off while thinking about him and now I was having a very vivid dream.
I put down my treats and pinched him.
"What was that for?" He asked with a brow raise.
"I just wanted to be sure that I’m not dreaming." I said, still reeling in shock.
He smiled again. And this time I saw he had a slight dimple.
This man is gorgeous.
"I’ll just go to bed now." I said, backing away before I would forget that I was still mad at him.
He looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it and nodded.
I went to my new room, chilled with my cup of ice cream and eventually slept off.
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The next morning came and I woke up still feeling like I was in a strange place. This room was going to take some getting used to.
I sighed and walked into the bathroom to wash my face.
I stood in front of the mirror, wondering if I was still mad at him to the point that I would not make him breakfast like I had been doing for weeks now.
Brushing my teeth, I looked in the mirror critically and I realized thatI looked a little sleep deprived because I slept late after binging on a bowl of ice cream in the middle of the night. That’s very unhealthy by the way.
I let out a loud grunt. In all honesty, I felt like going back to bed. Jace would have to get his breakfast from someone else. Besides, I was the one who chose to take on the ludicrous duty. And it seemed to be yielding barely any results but I had to keep up with it because I was playing the long game.
I heard a knock on the door and assumed it was someone sent by the chef to confirm if I was still making Jace’s meal this morning.
"Good morning Mrs Romano,"
"Morning."
"Mr Romano has asked for you to come down. He’s expecting some guests and they’d be here soon."
"Oh." I was stunned by that piece of information. I nodded and shut the door as I thought of what to wear after showering.
I picked a simple grey short sleeved dress that stopped slightly above my knees. Then I slipped into my go-to Hermes slippers.
Then I put on a simple necklace and earrings to wear as I brushed out my waves.
I got downstairs and froze on the spot.
Oh hell no.