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🕑 Added 2024-06-30 15:00:03 +0000 UTCRoth jerked, jolting her out of a sound sleep. He lay on his back while she curled against his side with an arm draped over his middle and leg tossed over his massive thighs.
“Another one?” she rasped.
“Go back to sleep,” he rumbled as he untangled himself from her and sat up.
“This is the fourth night in a row.” She squinted at the ice blue numbers on the clock on his nightstand. “You barely got three hours of sleep. Did you have a bad dream?”
“I’m going to jump in the shower.”
“But—”
He grasped her face and kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry I woke you. After I shower, I’m going to the gym.”
She gripped his wrist as she struggled to keep her eyes open. “That’s your remedy for everything. Maybe we should talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. I’ll rest easier once I get this project at work wrapped up.”
She was too tired to hang onto him as he tucked her beneath the covers. She didn’t hear him cross the room, but she heard the quiet snick of the bathroom door closing and, several seconds later, the sound of water. She shuddered, knowing he was taking a cold shower. The damn man was going to kill himself if he didn’t learn how to sleep more than three or four hours at a stretch.
She nabbed one of his pillows and hugged it to her. She did her best to wear him out before they went to bed. Her body was sated and pleasantly achy. It pained her that she couldn’t give him the same tranquility he gave her. This was the fourth day that he’d woken exceptionally early, body jolting as if he remembered something urgent or had one of those nightmares where you felt like you were falling. He said little, but his autopilot response to these abrupt wake-ups was to jump out of bed and head to the gym. She was starting to think he was obsessed with exercise, but considering the alternatives, this had to be one of the better addictions he could have. He always seemed relaxed, refreshed, and focused after a workout. When they first met, he mentioned needing a physical outlet to clear his head and apparently, that was still true today. She hadn’t noticed this odd trait when they married the first time. Then again, they hadn’t spent that much time together, and he’d been trying to salvage his businesses.
Through closed eyelids, she saw a flash of light. Roth hated unnecessary sound, so he usually kept his phone on silent. Who was trying to contact him at two-thirty in the morning? She crawled to his side of the bed and picked up his cell to read the name on display.
Grayson Ward.
She tried to calculate the time difference in London as she flopped on his side of the bed and breathed in his scent. Was Grayson involved in the project he was worried about? It must be important if Grayson was calling at the crack of dawn across the pond. He didn’t strike her as the type that kept normal business hours.
She drifted, but roused when her hair was smoothed back from her face. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut. Mornings had never been her forte, and this… this couldn’t be considered morning. This was the devil’s hour.
She heard clothes rustling and then a quiet, “Grayson.” Pause. “What happened?”
She heard a buzzing noise as Grayson spoke. This got a grunt from Roth. She couldn’t tell whether that meant what Grayson was saying was good or bad.
“I’ll handle it when I’m at the office.” A beat of silence and then, “No, I’m not at the office. Do you know what time it is here?”
She heard the faint sound of a man shouting something and then hysterical laughter.
“Go fuck yourself.”
That made her eyes open in time to see Roth slip the phone in his pocket.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Yes. Sorry I woke you. I’m going to head out.” He leaned over to nuzzle her. “Sleep, princess. You don’t need to be up now.”
“You are.”
“I’m not a princess.”
“Neither am I,” she retorted, and he chuckled.
“You’re my princess who needs her beauty sleep.”
She looped her arm around his neck. “I can’t convince you to come back to bed?”
As if he couldn’t help himself, he cupped her breast and then leaned down to flick her nipple with his tongue. “If I stay, neither of us will get any rest.”
“I don’t mind.” She tried to sound seductive, but ruined it with a yawn.
He straightened. “Sleep. I’ll see you later.”
“I’m worried about you,” she slurred.
“Don’t. I’m fine.”
He kissed her bare shoulder before he pulled the duvet up to her chin. She sensed more than heard him leave. She couldn’t open her eyes to confirm, but his energy, so distinct and dominant when he was present, made the room feel empty when he exited.
She buried her face in the pillow and let out a heartfelt groan. She was proud of herself for waking up at six or seven, but Roth was a damn slavedriver. How he managed to run a billion-dollar company on so little sleep, she couldn’t comprehend. And that was on top of the physical demands he made on his body. When did he recuperate mentally and physically? He needed a vacation… She snorted. He had no fucking clue what that was. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if she stranded him on a tropical island with no internet.
She lay there for what felt like an hour, going back and forth between her body’s need for sleep and worrying about him. Eventually, she reached for her phone. She held it over her head as she texted Mo and Johan in their group text.
Are you up?
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Comments
Natalie
"You're MY princess" Roth, the man that you are 🧎♀️➡️
Ju
I like Jas' effort to try to talk to Roth. Hopefully he opens up eventually.
