Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 184: In His Bed

A young boy was sitting on a park bench in the heavy rain. He looked left and right, people coming and going but no one stopped to look at him.

The image suddenly disappeared, and began reforming into something else.

This boy looked older now, he was left alone in a room with a much older woman whose smile was predatory. She seemed to ogle the young boy with lust filled eyes.

The boy turned and looked towards the only door in the room, hoping the person who brought him here would come back for him but that person never returned.

"Stop looking at the door, your father won’t come back for you. He already gave you to me." The woman’s voice was an echo that filled the boy’s head repeatedly.

The scene changed and the boy looked slightly older again, he could be seen at an airport following a woman as he called her,

"Mom."

The woman turned disdainful eyes at him,

"Sorry kid, I don’t have a son."

From then on, the boy continued to live his life, but everything around him had lost its color.

He was living in darkness while trying to prove his own worth, to himself, and to the people who abandoned him.

This boy was now sitting in a place of power, but his life was still shrouded in darkness.

He had everything anyone could ever wish for, but his life was still encaged in that same darkness. Everyone he saw was in vague colors, everything he touched was empty and bland, until one day, a figure bathed in beautiful bright colors appeared before him.

He was wearing a mask on his face, keeping his identity hidden, and she was just herself, soft brown eyes, and an innocent smile, and everything she wore was bathed in bright colors that illuminated his surroundings.

That light filled his vision, it was blinding, it was soothing, it was peace. The kind of peace that brought a relieved smile to his face.

Anne felt a tight grip on her right hand, a frown pulled her brows together and she slowly opened her eyes.

There was sunlight streaming in through the minimal space between the thick dark curtains covering the tall windows.

Due to the fact that she was just waking up, her mind was still foggy, so she didn’t instantly register that she just woke up in a strange room until it slowly descended on her that the curtains were a lot darker than she remembered, and the deep pearlescent grey that painted the high ceilings was different from the soft white in her own room, the atmosphere overall was a lot different than she usually woke up to, yet still somewhat familiar, and the bed felt a little...

The next thing she was aware of was a warmth next to her, a deep solid warmth.

Wait, what was holding her hand so tightly it almost felt like her bones would snap?

Slowly she turned to her side, and the sight she saw startled her momentarily.

Anne instantly sat up quickly but her hand was still clasped in his hold.

Why was she sleeping in his bed, she clearly remembered that she was planning to leave the room after he’d fallen asleep.

She began to remember what happened, the memory returned to her from last night.

"Since you’ve eaten, I can leave now right?" She’d only said that casually as she picked up the tray holding an empty bowl from which she’d just fed him soup about to leave the room when he stopped her,

"No, I still have to fall asleep first."

With a resigned sigh, she’d seated herself at the edge of the bed, waiting endlessly for him to fall asleep.

It seemed before him, she had been the one to fall asleep instead!

But, she fell asleep sitting up, she had no memory of lying down on the bed at all.

How did she end up sleeping next to him?

Anne wanted to instantly move away, if he woke up to find her next to him in his own bed, wouldn’t he go on about boundaries and how she shouldn’t presume to be his real wife?

But as Anne made to move, she was stopped again by the tightening of his hold on her hand.

She froze slightly, looking down at the hand holding her own before slowly looking up to his face.

The man sleeping on the bed looked so peaceful, resting, that she didn’t even dare to breathe for fear of waking him.

She feared seeing his eyes turn cold at the sight of her if he woke up to find her, but then he wasn’t letting her go.

In this moment, his hard features were softened by sleep, his formidable and frightening aura was gone, the usual stern pull of his brows were relaxed and the calculative coldness in his eyes were concealed behind closed lids.

A dark lock of hair had fallen across his forehead making him look younger and almost boyish, without realizing how lost she looked staring at him, she traced the strong line of his jaw with her eyes, the surprising sweep of his dark lashes against his skin.

Slowly, she relaxed her guard, allowing herself to look her fill.

Undoubtedly, he was attractive. Beautiful in a way that her eyes couldn’t look away, especially in this moment.

There was an undeniable masculinity to him, sharp and strong, yet soft parts of him she’d never seen before that brought a quiet aching tenderness to swell in her heart.

She didn’t realize how deeply intent her gaze on him was, nor the tender smile that suddenly graced her lips as she watched him. So lost in this quiet little moment was she that she didn’t stop herself when her free hand reached forward, ever so slightly tracing the spot from the bridge of his nose down to the pointed tip and he suddenly scrunched his nose in his sleep making her laugh softly, careful to not wake him.

She leaned down closer, staring into his face as she slowly poked at his nose again and he sniffed this time, she could barely control her laughter.

Why was it quite fun poking at this sleeping giant tornado?

Just as she went for it a third time, his resting eyes suddenly snapped open, swift and alert, fixing onto her with the piercing light of a furious predator.

Anne gasped and instantly made to pull backwards but he moved quickly. She felt his hand grab the back of her neck keeping her firmly where she was before he woke up.

She froze, like a deer caught in the trap of his tumultuous gaze.