Chapter Seven

Isabella POV

In shock, I turn around to the deep voice my eyes meeting with Dominic again, but everything becomes blurry and I stumble falling forward but he grabs me in his arms on time.

 

“Hmphh” he makes a sound grabbing me, he sees my legs are unstable on the floor and he carries me in his arms princess-style

 

“Are you the Prince Charming coming to rescue me?” I say drunkenly to him, giggling to myself after the statement

 

“Hmm,” he says, his chest vibrating

 

“You have quite a wide chest you know” I mumble as a car comes to a stop in front of us

 

“I do?” He replies fixing me into the car and following me in

 

Soon the car comes to a stop and again I’m carried bridal style in his strong arms, he’s quick and efficient, I hear an elevator door ping and the rise and fall of the elevator which makes my eyes spin.

 

I feel vomit come up in my throat

 

“I think I’m about to puke,” I say drunkenly

 

“What” he says watching the elevator door ping open, we enter the room and he places me on my feet.

 

Everything spins and a huge chin l of the meal I ate last night all comes out from the back of my throat and it splashes all around Dominic, his suit is drenched from bottom to top.

 

“Oh my gosh” I swallow the rest of the vomit, my blurry eyes moving from his vomit-stained Italian shoes to his pristine back suit.

 

“I’m so sorry” I jump but realize I’m still in heels which makes me stumble on the floor, laying on my back.

 

His head pops up over me and suddenly his hands moved to the top button of his shirt.

 

“What are you doing,” I ask my throat in slits, “why are you pulling off your shirt”

 

“Well Baby girl, you vomited all over them, he says his face straight with no smile, he pulls off the following buttons traveling an olive-toned chest, his chest smooth and wide, his abs defined and toned.

 

I almost can’t take my eyes away,  my ears reeling from the fact he called me baby girl again, my legs shut together and I look at him a sudden frown on his face.

 

His shirt and suit fall to the ground and he turns around a deeper frown on his face.

 

Soon he comes back but his trousers are different, now in a blue pajama button and a shirt covering his chest, a scrunch forming in between his eyebrows.

 

I don’t have any clothes belonging to a woman, but you can use this, he places a large shirt on my body, landing on the shirt right on my chest on the floor.

 

I giggle at the after-effect of the bottle of champagne still present in my bloodstream.

 

“You don’t smile a lot do you?” I ask him calmly trying to set my feet on the floor but I stumble back on the floor on my bottom

 

He stays quiet grabbing my arm and helping me up, the scrunch still on his face.

 

I get on my top toes but stumble forward and he grabs me in his arms, his eyes meeting with my alcohol-glazed ones.

 

My fingers move to his forehead and I rub on the scrunch between his brows, “We all have issues Mr, Deluca but we try not to look like it, I mean look at me, in the past 24 hours. I wouldn’t have imagined myself drunk because I’m being forced to marry a man I don’t like, but here I am” I shrug my shoulders my eyes closing off

 

“You don’t-“ he says but cuts himself off followed by a frown

 

“I’ll take you upstairs and then you can have a good night's rest” he whispers in the dark

 

“Hmmmyea” I whisper slowly falling asleep, my eyes close and the last thing I feel is a finger rubbing down my cheek followed by complete silence and darkness.