Becoming Mrs DeLuca novel Chapter 8

Isabella 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 frown 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 the vase right over my head and he turns around his bright blue eyes wide and staring at me In shock.

“Dominic?” I call out which is followed by a loud screech from me the base falling to the floor.

“If I knew you would try to kill me in the morning” he stands up running 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, making my hands move 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 hitched, 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 my view.

He rolls his eyes, crossing his muscled arms across his chest, “A maid changed you Isabella” he says his voice deep and slurry, the man is not even trying hard.

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 co rubies in one breath

“I- I don’t know about that, why can’t I post the ring on social media and allow it from from there?”

“So your answer is yes?” He asks raising a brow at me as he pulls on the white button-up shirt.

“Mr. Deluca -“

“Wait don’t answer that, you can answer me later today at dinner” he nods his face still straight and he walks out of the room, of course, he’s always king to have the final say.