Chapter 69: Chapter 69

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?

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."

"You’re eating all that tonight?" I mimicked him in a forced baritone.

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.

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"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.

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,"

"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.