Chapter 8
Anastasia POV
The sun is bright and blinding on my face when I wake up, my mind is distorted but I know my room has curtains because I hate being woken up by bright lights.
My eyes pull open and the ceiling is a dark onyx color, reflecting at me, I frown "My ceilings are white" I mutter my eyes moving to the left where my eyes meet with a strong, muscled, and olive-toned back but not next to me, on the couch his legs folded to himself and a black blanket around his hips and legs.
I frown "Oh my gosh I've been kidnapped" I whisper to myself my feet meeting with cold wooden floors, I look around the room, ready to grab a weapon when he moves.
His arms are first, my eyes are wide and I grab the first thing next to me, a vase with roses in it.
The roses fall to the floor, and I lift the vase right over my head ready to pounce on whoever dared to kidnap me.
He turns around his bright blue eyes wide and staring at me In shock.
"Dante?" I call out which is followed by a loud screech from me the vase falling to the floor.
"If I knew you would try to kill me in the morning" he stands up rubbing on his neck probably from sleeping on the couch all night, "I wouldn't have brought you here" he stands up, and I realize one thing
"This man is Hot." I can't stop myself before I realize I said it out loud, my hands swiftly moves to cover my mouth in shock.
"Well thank you" he raises a brow but still has no smile on his face "That's good to know from a future wife" he moves around the bed heading for me.
My breath hitch, and then I realized the second thing this morning, my clothes are changed "What?- what happened to my clothes?" I stutter.
"You've seen me naked!" I point an accusing finger at him making him falter in his steps, his feet stopping right in front of my view.
He rolls his eyes, crossing his muscled arms across his chest, "A maid changed you Anastasia" he adds his voice deep and slurry, the man is not even trying hard.
"How did I get here?" I ask severly confused about last night, "I remember the flowers and the restaurant and Bianca giving me more booze than I can count" I say in one breath
I turn to him and jumping past the broken vase, "Why am I here?"
"Well, you were outside a restaurant, dressed quite scantly and I had to help you get somewhere, you're my future wife and it's my responsibility to keep you safe" he shrugs turning around to the table and grabbing the telephone.
"We didn't-" I shake my head at him, my eyes moving from him to the bed and back to him again
For the first time, the side of his lips jerks up in a smirk but a cunning one.
"No Anastasia, we didn't" he turns around and a call comes through.
"Yes yes Dana, call a maid up here, there's a mess," he says dropping the call immediately after.
My assistant will bring by some work clothes for you as I'm assuming that's where you want to be this morning, I informed your family where you are currently last night so they know you're safe" he says in a breath, moving around the room and picking up a suit and shoes from the floor.
"My driver will take you to work downstairs, he will be by the side of the door, and he will take you to a boutique by 2 pm and then a saloon at 3 pm and he will bring you to me where I will have to stage a proposal for the media" he rumbles in one breath
"I- I don't know about that, why can't I post the ring on social media and allow it flow from there?"
"So your answer is yes?" He turns to me, his eyes gleaming with a win. He lifts a brow at me as he pulls on the white button-up shirt.
"Mr. Dante -" I start but he stops me before I can even continue
"Wait.. don't answer that, you can answer me later today at dinner" he nods his face still stoic.
He walks out of the room right after that. I roll my eyes "Of course, he wants to always have the final say.