We got back to the room and I laid on the bed while Alex went in to bath. I still felt anxious cause of my father's call, but I had to take in deep breaths to calm my nerves. There is no point telling Alex about it when all father wanted to do was shout at me for canceling the wedding.
I saw Alex step back into the room with just a tiny black short handing around his waist. He claimed the bed, stretched his hands to pull me closer like some light object and laid on my tummy and drifted to sleep really fast without another word. He must really consumed a lot of alcohol to be this wasted.
Who would believe this fearless billionaire was really this soft and pitiful when sleeping? He needed me to make him sleep, yet act like I'm the one who needs him. I sighed playing with each strand of his hair.
I was still so nervous and needed something to cuddle with tonight so I carried his hands holding it close to my beating heart and slowly slept off.