Becoming Mrs DeLuca novel Chapter 7

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.

“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.