⭐ Leona's POV ⭐

He lived in a penthouse.

My mouth almost dropped as I stepped out of the elevator and into his penthouse but I just couldn't admit that his house was gorgeous and boost his already boosted ego.

I followed behind him silently as he lead the way past the living room and up the staircase. He stopped in front of a door and opened the door.

"This is your room." He told me and I nodded and went inside the room.

While I was looking around the room, I realised that he already left and went inside his room which was opposite to mine.

I went inside the walk-in closet and noticed that all my clothes were already neatly placed there along with a few other clothes which I assumed were new.

I stripped out of the wedding dress and wore a pair of pyjama and a t shirt. Next I moved to the bathroom to get freshened up and remove all the make-up.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw a small box with a bow on top of it lying on the nightstand and picking it up, I opened it to reveal a beautiful wrist watch and a small note which stated:

Happy belated birthday, Mrs Andrews.

~Your dear husband❤️

An involuntary chuckle escaped my mouth. He's an idiot. I was too tired to say that I didn't want any gift, especially not from him and my birthday was two weeks ago.

But anyway, I accepted the gift.

Keeping it back on the nightstand, I got on the bed to sleep cause I was exhausted.

But there was a problem. I never ever slept in my room all alone. Even at the age of 23, when I used to live in my penthouse, I had a housekeeper, I was close to her and she used to sleep in my room because I'm afraid to sleep alone.

It's okay. I assured myself. I am big enough, I can sleep alone.

I switched off the lights and got under the duvet and curled up into a ball trying to sleep.

There was complete silence. Not even the slightest of noise.

Then I heard a noise...as if someone was opening the door. I peeked from the under the duvet and saw the door was closed firmly.

A few seconds later, I heard the same voice but this time it was coming from the bathroom door but when I checked, it was closed too.

I picked up another pillow and placed it over my ear. It's just my imagination. There's nothing here.

I just hope I sleep soon.

But unfortunately, I couldn't. I was feeling so scared and a sweat trickled down my forehead.

That's enough!

I threw off my duvet and got up, and grabbing the duvet in my hand and walked out of the room and towards Rafe's room.

I might hate him but I want to sleep and he's the only help I have right now.

I gently pushed open his door and peeked in. The room was dark and tranquil. I stepped in and closed the door behind me and walked closer to his bed.

"What are you doing here?"

I freaked out. Like literally.

"AARGH!!" I screamed.

Suddenly, I was pushed into the wall beside me with a palm placed over my mouth, silencing me.

"God! Calm down, kid." I heard Rafe speak.

Somehow, in the dark I was able to make out his face and his emerald eyes boring into mine.

I was breathing heavily and tried calming myself down.

He slowly removed his palm. "What the hell is wrong with you? What are you trying to do?"

Now if I tell him that I am scared to sleep alone, he's gonna laugh his ass off and taunt me for the rest of my life.

But I don't have any other reason as to why I am here...

"Well...um...I..."

His eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me you are scared to sleep alone."

I smiled sheepishly even though he can't see me properly in the dark. "N-no...I'm not..."

He cut me off and took a step back. "You can sleep here if you want."

My mouth dropped. "H-how...why..."

I heard him sigh as he walked over to the bed and laid down on his side. "Your mother already told me that you are afraid to sleep alone. So, we can share the bed." And he turned his back towards me, pulling the duvet over his body.

He knows? And he didn't...make fun of me?

Maybe he is too tired to...

Without any more questioning, I went over to the other side of the bed and laid down, snuggling into the pillow with my back to him.

It felt weird. Us, sharing the same bed and weirdly he didn't have any problem in it.

Shaking away all of these thoughts, I closed my eyes and soon sleep took over me.

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Someone was constantly speaking which was very irritating; it was ruining my peaceful sleep.

"Wake up, kid." It was Rafe. Of course.

"Five more minutes." I mumbled.

"No. Get up this instant. You have to come with me to the office and I don't want to be late because of you."

I peeked open one eye and glanced at Rafe, who stood there with his arms folded across his chest, wearing a t shirt and boxers.

I closed my eyes again. "I'll wake up in a few minutes."

"Leona. Wake up." He ordered.

When I didn't reply and continued sleeping, he spoke, "You only said you wanted to go to work today...I told you the honeymoon was a better option."

My hand reached for the other pillow beside me and opening my eyes, I threw the pillow at him and it smacked him on his face and fell down on the floor.

The smirk dropped from his face and his jaw clenched and bending down, he picked up the pillow with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Groaning, I closed my eyes knowing what he was going to do now and I didn't have any energy to fight him.

He threw back the pillow on me and fortunately, I rolled over before it could hit me and it fell on the bed.

"Now if you are done with your childish games then please let me sleep", I said in a sharp tone.

"Fine! If you don't wake up now, I am going to dump a bucket full of cold water on you and I am serious about it." He threatened as if he would seriously do it.

I scoffed. "Your loss. Along with me, your whole bed will be drenched with water."

"We'll see." He clicked his tongue and I heard his retreating footsteps.

Peace. Finally.

Which was not long live.

I heard his footsteps coming into the room again a minute later and the bed dipped beside me as he climbed on top of it.

"Last warning, kid. Get up now."

"I won't!"

"You asked for it." He muttered and the next thing he did was to push me off the bed and I fell down on the floor on my back.

"What the--" I couldn't complete my sentence as he poured a half a bucket of cold water on me. Like literally.

I gasped sitting up straight, sleep long gone. I wiped my face with the back of my palm. He's so dead.

I gritted my teeth realising he stood there laughing at me while recording everything on his phone.

"Rafe!" I hissed. "You fucking asshole! You are so dead now!"

I attempted to get up but almost slipped. I sat back down, huffing angrily, throwing daggers at him.

He finally put down his phone and smirked. "You need help, kid?"

"I don't know about myself but you definitely need some help with your stupid brain." I gritted my teeth.

That made him smirk more. "I did give you a warning. Now, get up and get ready. I'm making breakfast and we leave in an hour. And if you don't...then I will be posting this video of yours on Instagram." And with that he walked out of the room.

I clenched my fist. I need to first delete that video from his phone or he is going to blackmail me with it for the rest of my life.

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I wore a white shirt and tucked it inside my black pants and wore my baby pink blazer over it, leaving my hair open.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen where Rafe was having breakfast which he made. Waffles to be specific. Dressed up in his black suit.

A plate of waffles was waiting for me and I took a seat opposite to him, my eyes subtly searching for his phone which was no where to be found.

His eyes fell on my left wrist where I was wearing the wrist watch he gifted me. The watch was beautiful and it matched with my dress. That's it.

I saw a tiniest of smile gracing his lips seeing me looking at him, he immediately bit his lips and stuffed his mouth with the waffle and looked away.

I would have thanked him for it but not after what he did this morning. I rolled my eyes and resumed eating my breakfast.

I have to find a way to delete that video first.