Author’s POV
Grace yawned as she climbed on the bed. It was late and she was feeling sleepy.
Dominick came out of the washroom while drying his wet hair and saw her on his bed.
“What are you doing there?”
He asked and Grace looked at him.
Her eyes fell on his sculptured body like it’s carved out of the stone. Towel was doing nothing but was hanging low on his waist.
She decided to avoid this temptation like they discussed before.
“Sleeping”
“You will sleep on the couch…”
He ordered.
Grace gasped dramatically.
“On couch?… Are you serious?…”
She narrowed her eyes at him.
“You are telling a girl to sleep on the couch… What kind of man you are”
Dom rolled his eyes.
“We can’t sleep together in one bed and i can’t let you sleep in another room… I can’t fit on this small couch, you will… So stop the drama and shift…”
“No!”
She said stubbornly.
“Either on bed or i am not sleeping at all… And you are highly underestimating me if you think i am sleeping on the couch while you sleep on the comfortable bed…”
She pouted.
“It’s so big… And fluffy… And soft…. And bouncy…”
She whined and Dom rolled his eyes.
“Couch is the same kind… Get up…”
He ordered.
“No!”
Grace whined while hugging the pillow.
Dom walked towards her and threw the towel on the bed which he was using to dry his hair.
Grace yelled when he picked her up in Bridal style and threw on the couch.
“Ouch!…”
She whined when she bounced on the couch.
“Fluffy! Isn’t it?”
He mocked and walked towards the closet to change into sweatpants.
“Bastard!”
She scawled and plopped on the couch.
Dominick came out after drying his hair and changing into sweatpants and saw Grace sleeping on the couch.
He had no choice but to shift her on the couch as he has no guarantee for his self control.
He sighed and got on the bed. He looked at her once again and closed his eyes when she seemed to be in comfortable sleep.
Dominick switched off the lights and soon he was about to fall asleep but his eyes snapped open when he felt movements beside him.
“What the fuck!”
He sat up quickly grabbing his gun.
“I can’t sleep on the couch…”
Grace said in sleepy voice.
“It’s uncomfortable…”
“Grace, don’t fuck with me”
He sighed tossing his gun on the night stand.
“No i won’t because I want to sleep…”
She mumbled lazily.
“Don’t be so greedy… It’s a huge bed, your whole family can sleep between us… Just sleep please…”
She whined and plopped on the bed.
Dom closed his eyes and sighed.
“You can’t sleep here.”
He said but she was fast asleep.
“Grace…”
He shook her by shoulder but she didn’t reply.
Dom groaned annoyingly.
“Fuck you Alex…”
He cursed and scooted to his side, away from her.
If he want he can throw her back on the couch but he doesn’t want to hurt her more after calling her whore so he decided to sleep like this.
He covered himself with the blanket and closed his eyes. Soon he fell asleep.
They both were in deep sleep when Grace whimpered due to cold. She tried to grab blanket in her sleep but couldn’t find anything.
“Dom…”
She mumbled in her sleep. She didn’t realise that her subconscious mind is not calling her kidnapper but her husband.
“Are you feeling cold, bunny?… Come here!”
Dom replied as he always used to reply his wife. He wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her to his chest.
Grace snuggled in his chest and liked his warmth. Dom rested his head above her’s and cocooned themselves in blanket.
Grace finally found the warmth she looks every night in her dream and Dom found the person he talks to every night but they both didn’t realise it because of deep sleep.
Their legs tangled together as they seek each others warmth.
She sighed satisfied when Dom kissed her forehead which he used to do in his sleep.
Their minds might have forgot each other but their souls are still connected.
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“What the fuck is this?”
Dom frowned when he saw Grace in his arms.
Grace groaned.
“Ask yourself… Why are you locking me in your arms… And Stop yelling, you ruined my morning…”
He was shocked when he woke up and saw Grace sleeping in his arms like a baby and he was holding her like she is his most valuable treasure. She was looking cute with parted lips and rosy cheeks he stared at her in awe for few minutes and then realised the actual situation.
He quickly removed his hands and scooted away from her.
“You are doing it on purpose”
He blamed.
Grace rolled her sleepy eyes.
“In your dreams… Go away, let me sleep… It’s fucking 6 am in the morning…”
She groaned and wrapped herself in the blanket and turned around.
Dom closed his eyes annoyed.
“Unbelievable…”
He shook his head and stormed towards the washroom.
He spent good amount of time in gym, taking out all his frustration on poor equipments.
No matter what he says to her, he can’t deny that he is strongly attracted to her. He wants to ravish her, punish her for being disobedience, spank that little ass for being so feisty but he can’t because she is a forbidden fruit.
His stomach growled in protest and he finally decided to eat his breakfast. He walked towards the dining hall and saw everyone at the table.
“Nice name, Alexandra!”
He saw Grace with his one year old niece.
“Who suggested this name, it’s beautiful…”
Bella smiled.
“Someone special suggested it… She named her on Alex’s name because he loves math and she used to love math too…”
“Ohh… Used to?”
Grace asked confused.
“She is not with you people anymore?”
Bella smiled sadly.
“She is with us but she doesn’t know it…”
She waved off.
“Long story… Forget it”
“Good morning Dom… How was your sleep?”
Alex smirked and Dom clenched his jaw. But he can’t deny that last night he got the best sleep in this whole year.
He still can’t understand the reason though.
He sat beside Grace as Alex made her seat on the chair where she used to sit before.
“Why all chairs are empty? Or these are always empty.”
Grace asked Bella.
“No, actually… Our whole family stays together… But everyone is out of town for now…”
Bella smiled.
“You see that main chair, it belongs to my father in law, Massimo Marino… Beside him sits his wife, Anamika… Then that chair belongs to Raan, my sister in law… This is Alex, this is me… Dominick sits there and our little Alexandra sits on this cute highchair…”
She tickled her daughter earning cute giggle.
“And what about this chair… Who’s chair is this?”
She pointed towards her chair.
Dom looked at Bella, he is also curious to know. He never noticed it until Grace mentioned it.
Bella looked at Alex not knowing what to say.
“This chair belongs to Dom’s wife and our queen…”
Alex declared.
Grace choked on her juice when she heard that.