Iris POV:
I scratched my hair, my frustration mounting silently as I lingered outside our bedroom door, wrestling with my thoughts.
It was 4:15 in the afternoon, and for the past two minutes, I'd been at a loss for words.
What on earth was I going to say to him?!
Sorry, Ace, I left you with a painful hardness because Su saw my boobs hanging outside my top!! No!
He's my boyfriend, for goodness' sake. A man who, by now, knows all the hidden moles on my body and more
My ears perked up as the door knob moved, signaling his imminent arrival.
Without a moment to spare, I darted towards a nearby pillar, seeking refuge in its shadow.
Heart pounding, I covered my face with my hands and sent silent prayers to every god I could think of.
The sound of the door closing reverberated through the hallway, and I released a relieved sigh.
Phew. Saved by luck.
Slowly, I lowered my hands and cautiously peeked towards the door, my curiosity getting the better of me.
God! I am behaving like his ex- girlfriend who broke up with him weeks ago. Why am I like this?
With a pout, I turned the doorknob and clicked the lock shut behind me, the sound echoing in the room.
But as I stepped inside, the sight that greeted me sent a wave of unease through my stomach.
There he was, seated calmly in a chair, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on mine, his expression unreadable.
I cleared my throat nervously before offering a hesitant wave. "Ahem... Hey..."
"Welcome home, Mini," he greeted, glancing at his watch.
"You're home early," I remarked, my voice tinged with surprise as I moved towards the bathroom.
"Yeah," he responded, his gaze lingering on me as I retreated.
As I slid the bathroom door shut behind me, I released a shaky breath, feeling the weight of unspoken tension between us.
Stepping into the warm embrace of the shower, I let the lukewarm water soothe my muscles and quiet my racing thoughts.
After what felt like an eternity under the soothing stream, I emerged from the shower, wrapping a plush towel securely around my body.
With the towel draped over my head, I began the familiar ritual of drying my damp hair
Humming a soft tune to disguise the nervous flutter in my chest, I emerged from the bathroom, my steps cautious and deliberate.
Oh my. I noticed he was still seated in the same spot, his gaze fixed ahead as if lost in a labyrinth of thoughts.
My heart quickened its pace, a rush of apprehension flooding over me as I tiptoed towards the closet, hoping to escape his scrutiny unnoticed.
"Come here," his deep, husky voice commanded, resonating through the room and freezing me in my tracks.
"But...dress," I murmured, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks.
He hummed softly, clicking his tongue.
"Iris," he said, turning his head to look at me, his gaze piercing.
"Okay," I gulped, my voice barely above a whisper, as I slowly approached him.
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His Mini Bear
RomanceAce Salvatore As on the deck of cards, the ace is highest than the king, and so is Ace Salvatore. The ruthless, psychotic, coldest mafia leader. Nobody has ever seen his face, even if someone did, they are no longer alive to say anything. But one d...
