All Chapters of One Night, Now He Wants Me.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vince's pov.I walked back into the main living area with Luciano’s final words still ringing in my head like a bad echo. Iris looked up from the table the moment I appeared. “Everything good?”I nodded noticing the files were neatly arranged in front of her now, and she had that focused expression that made her even more dangerous to my peace of mind. “You seem different.” She said, setting her pen aside. “That call really got to you, are you sure it was nothing at all?”I forced a half smile and dropped back into my chair across from her. “It is nothing serious, just some complications with one of our distributors in Mexico. They are pushing back on new terms and threatening delays, it happens more often than I like. Nothing for you to worry about right now.”She did not look entirely convinced, but nodded as she searched my expression for cracks. Part of me wanted to tell her everything Luciano had said, but another part, the colder part that had survived years in this life knew

Iris pov.Almost as soon as he hit the bed, I fell asleep wrapped in his warmth but I could still hear the faint echo of his voice saying goodnight in my ears.For the first time in a long time, I dreamt. About my mom, the torture room and Vince being jealous. It blended together into an award winning dream, that I did not want to wake up from.“Vince..” I called out as I touched the space where Vince had laid on, but he wasn't there.I opened my eyes and noticed I was the only one in the room. Feeling exhausted, I reached for my phone and checked the time. It was 6:00am on the dot. “It's strange how my alarm did not ring out.” I noted as I walked into the bathroom to freshen up, before getting dressed. As the water hit my body, I felt good but could not shake off the unease I was feeling. Last night he had held me like I mattered, but this morning he had slipped away without a word. I came out still confused but broke into a smile, when I faced the closet he had prepared for me. B

Vince's pov.The moment the words left Iris’ mouth, I knew I was in trouble.“Do you feel the same way about me?”She had said it in a soft but vulnerable way I had never heard before. That made it feel even more stabbing.I stood up and walked to the windows in my office and pressed the button to lift up the curtains and stare down at the endless traffic of Los Angeles while trying to slow my breathing. Nothing inside me felt controlled, as I turned slowly to face her. She was still standing there by my desk, hands on her waist. God! She looked beautiful in her outfit today.As soon as I had that thought, a counter thought came to mind immediately. ‘I should never have let this arrangement go this far.’ She was waiting for me to answer, her eyes fixed on mine with a sincerity I had not seen in years. Apart from my mother, every other woman had always looked at me with greed, fear, or lust.But in front of Iris I was simply a man, and that was the problem at hand now. I adjusted th

Iris pov.“What do you mean? She looks normal to me.” Mike said, trying to wave it off.“I think something's up with her.”“I think you are doing too much and should just relax. Let's go home and forget about our worries.” He continued coaxing me.“Whats going to happen to my car? I drove.” I reminded him, pointing to the car parked a few feet away from us.“It's safe here, right? I don't want you to stress, I'll drive you to work in the morning too.”“Someone's going all out and being sweet.”Mike smirked, before opening the door to his car. “The things we do for love.”I got in and let him drive me back to my house, but through out the entire ride he kept one hand on my thigh, talking nonstop about how lucky he was. “I still can’t believe you’re mine, Iris. After everything we’ve been through, you chose me. Most guys would kill to have a woman as understanding and gorgeous as you. I wake up every day thanking God for you.”“You are really going all out with your praises today.” I n

Iris pov.I woke up with a start, sweat streaming down my entire body. Mike was fast asleep, with his phone close to his chest.“What kind of scary dream is that?” I asked myself, as I stood up to hit the shower.As the water splashed on my body, I tried hard to recollect the dream as it was getting more blurred in my memory. But one thing stuck to my mind, Mike was not ordinary.I came back and fell asleep after tossing ok the bed for long. Within a few minutes it was morning already, I reached out for Mike on the bed but he was not there.“Good morning baby.” Mike whistled as he made his way into the bedroom with a food tray. “I whipped breakfast up for you.”“Awwwn, that's very sweet.” I forced a smile on my face, but deep down I was still shaken by the dream. “Let me brush real quick, I'll be right back.”“Alright.”I got off the bed and brushed my teeth, before coming back to eat with Mike doting on me like I was some fragile doll.After breakfast, he picked out what I would wear