Chapter 41 Die of embarrassment
Dandelion's POV
My eyes flutter open slowly, and the first thing I notice is the ceiling, it's not the same as the guest room which i I'm staying in, I turned to my side and noticed the sheets were different too and even the scent is different.
No, it's not just different. It's... Alexander's?.
My eyes widened and I sit up immediately too fast that I felt the room spin. Wait I'm in Alex's bed?. His actual bed. The one I specifically avoided last night by curling up on that stupid couch like some kind of martyr.
How the hell did I end up here?
The memories came rushing back in my mind. First the duvet he tossed at me, His cold voice telling me to sleep on the couch, then when he jumped out the window like some kind of deranged parkour expert just to avoid sharing the same air as me.
And then... nothing. Because I don't remember anything else that happened that led me to his bed.
He must have carried me here. While I was asleep. Which means he touched me, which also means he was close enough to....
My eyes widened in panic as I clutch the bed spread tightly covering up my body.
Did he also sleep on the bed with me?
Then suddenly the bathroom door swung open.
I froze instantly.
Alex stepped out, and my brain immediately sparked.
He was freakin shirtless, Water dripping from his dark hair onto his bare shoulders trailing down his chest and abs, with his towel hanging loosely around his neck, and he's wearing nothing but a low hanging joggers that should be illegal in at least fifteen countries, because tell me why it's so low that I could actually see the outline of his lower abdomen.
I absolutely should not be looking but God the view was addictive, chase is nothing compared to Alexander and it really creeps me out.
His eyes lock onto mine in a blank expression that sent chills down my spine, We stare at each other for God knows how long.
And neither of us moves.
The air in the room turns thick and suffocating, like someone sucked all the oxygen out and replaced it with pure, unfiltered tension.
I suddenly yanked the duvet up to my chin, suddenly aware that I'm still wearing that ridiculous red silk nightmare Grandma Wini forced on me. The one that's basically scraps of fabric held together by delusion.
"I--" My voice cracks. I clear my throat awkwardly. "I don't remember getting in your bed."
He looked away first, "You fell asleep on the couch," he says flatly. "So I moved you."
"You could have woken me up." I argued
"You looked uncomfortable."
Of course I did, and it's your fault you jerk.
"By the way you mumbled something about demons and went back to sleep". He muttered like he wanted to be sure if he was not sure he heard correctly, Heat flooded up my face instantly, did I call him a demon unconsciously, gosh this day couldn't get any more awkward
"You should have just left me on the couch?" I said avoiding his remark
His eyes flick back to me, "Grandma was going to check," he said. "If she found you on the couch, she would know."
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, the door flew open.
No knock or warning.
Just Grandma Winifred in all her meddling glory, sweeping into the room unbothered by her invasion of privacy.
She stared at both of us with satisfaction. Me On the bed. Wearing almost nothing because this night wear isn't worth calling clothes. While Alex stood shirtless with wet hair wet standing five feet away.
And the awkward silence hanging between us like a neon sign screaming WE DEFINITELY DID SOMETHING.
A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face.
Gosh, now she definitely thinks we did something.
"Well, well, well," she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Good morning, lovebirds."
I covered my face completely with the duvet feeling completely embarrassed, if only I could disappear from this worst, awkward morning.
"No need to be shy, dear. You're married. This is exactly what I wanted to see." Noona said with amusement.
No I'm not shy, I wanted to scream it out. Instead I'm embarrassed to the core. it's two different emotions.
"I'll have breakfast sent up," she announced already moving towards the door.. "You two take your time. No need to rush." She winked, actually winked.
And then she's gone, the door closing behind her with a soft click.
The silence that follows is unbearable.
I didn't look at him, I can't even breathe. Gosh I might die of embarrassment.
"This is a disaster," I whisper underneath the sheets.
"It's fine." He answered nonchalantly.
"Fine?" I snapped my head toward him. "Your grandmother thinks we--"
"Let her think it."
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
He stared at me,"Isn't that the point?" he says. "She's supposed to believe we're a real couple. If she thinks we spent the night together, then that's a good thing."
"Oh....Right," I said in a small voice.
He watched me for a moment longer, and I swear something flickered in his expression. Something that looks like....But then he blinks, and it's gone.
"Don't lose focus," he added quietly. "My grandmother is... persistent. But that doesn't change anything. This is still a contract. Don't forget that."
He didn't need to remind me, "I haven't forgotten," I answered
"Good."
He turned away, heading toward his walk in closet, and I took the opportunity to scramble out of bed.
My legs were shaky and my heart was pounding madly. And I feel like I'm about to shatter into a thousand pieces.
I need to get out of here.
But immediately I stand up from the bed, I remembered what I'm wearing.
The silk barely covers anything. If I walk through the hallways like this, I'll die of embarrassment before I make it to my room.
As if sensing my dilemma, Alex comes out of the closet and hands me a female bathrobe. I had the urge to ask him who it belongs to but I didn't after seeing the tag still on it, did he buy it for me just last night?
"Wear it and go quickly, before she comes back." he said snapping me out of my thoughts,
I nodded and immediately wore the robe, he went back to the closet.
And I left immediately, my bare feet slap against the cold marble floor as I rush down the hallway, clutching the robe around me like it's a shield.
I didn't stop until I entered safely inside my guest room, locking the door behind me.
Only then did I let myself breathe.
I leaned against the door, my heart hammering so hard it hurts.
What is happening? I pressed my hands to my face, trying to calm the chaos in my chest.
This is just a contract, I reminded myself.
But if that's true, why am I beginning to feel different emotions when I'm with him.
Does he feel the same too? I wondered.
No he definitely doesn't, because he's a heartless jerk who only cares about his grandmother.