Divorced Heiress
Chapter 108

His sudden question caught me off guard, and I stopped when we reached his car.

That question was totally stupid, of course I didn't like Bastian. Unfortunately, I had eyes only for the coldest man on the face of the earth. However, I wasn't going to tell him that, I preferred to remain silent, I wasn't going to answer him.

-Get in.- I ordered after opening the passenger door and I looked at him with irritation when I saw that he had no intention of getting in the car, he just looked at me as if he were waiting for the answer to his question. Patience is a virtue, which unfortunately I did

not possess. -As you wish.-

I shrugged and let go of him to go around the car carelessly and get into the driver's seat.

Vincent remained standing, not moving at all. How could I deal with this idiot without losing my patience?

It was not until I started the car's engine that he finally got in with a stern expression on his face.

His mood swings would end up driving me crazy, I didn't know how I had liked this animal for so many years, I hated him.

I drove in complete silence, avoiding Vincent's gaze at all costs. I didn't even know why I was taking on the task of taking care of him after the snubs he had given me, after going from me to the next day he kissed me.

I wanted to justify my pathetic feelings for him, but I couldn't ignore that I left my dignity on the table we shared for a few minutes. I would have let him drive alone to the villa, I was not his hero, I was nothing to him.

Upon arriving at the villa, I turned off the car's engine and immediately got out to take a breath of air. I had already fulfilled my duty of bringing him here, he could take care of himself for the rest of the night, he was a grown man, he didn't need a babysitter.

I walked as fast as my heels allowed me to, to the entrance of the house, feeling angry with myself for my hasty decisions, for my impulsiveness, but a hand stopped me when I was about to finish climbing the steps leading to the front door.

I looked at the owner of that hand, although I already knew from the first second that it was Vincent who quickly came to me, his gaze had softened and I didn't even know why. His mood swings would give me a headache. -Abby...-

A shiver ran down my spine when I heard my name with that gentle tone that almost melted me, but I stayed strong.

I hid all my emotions and sensations in an expressionless look, waiting for him to say what he had to say, although I could guess what he wanted to tell me.

"We must keep our distance. I am not a romantic man. Let's sign an agreement. The first clause is not to involve feelings. We will only fuck."

F**k it!

-Forgive me.-

My brow furrowed when I heard that word coming out of his mouth, for a moment I thought it had been a product of my imagination, but his expression confirmed that it was real, he looked defeated, sincere, and regretful. For the first time, he left me speechless and I didn't quite know what I should forgive him for, the first thing that came to mind was his behavior under the influence of alcohol.

-Okay, you're drunk, it's normal for you to lose control and have these mood swings, and...-

Vincent shook his head interrupting my words, while stepping onto the step I was standing on.

-That's not what I mean. Forgive me for being a jerk. He paused, taking the opportunity to let go of my arm and place his hand on my cheek.

I didn't know where he was going with this, I didn't know if it was the alcohol speaking for him or if it was the unfeeling Vincent Lefebvre talking.

-I've been trying to ignore my feelings, but it's getting harder and harder no matter how much I try. I like to have everything under control, but this got out of hand, I can't continue ignoring what I feel for you.-

I was frozen realizing the direction all this was taking. My heart began to beat so strongly in my chest that I wouldn't be surprised if Vincent could hear it.

-Honestly, I don't know what words to use at this moment to express myself, I've never done this in my life, but I can sum it up for you. Abby Dubois, I am madly in love with you.-

My mouth automatically opened in surprise and I was left breathless as I pinched my arm, thinking that I was lost in a dream, but the pain was as real as his words.

An intense tingling settled in my stomach and I wasn't sure if it was because the dinner didn't agree with me or if it was the famous butterflies they talk about in movies, although I felt them like bees.

It was hard for me to believe that Vincent was finally declaring his love for me and I was certain that it wasn't the effect of alcohol, I could see it in his genuine gaze, in those green eyes that shone under the dim light.

For the second time and in less than five minutes, he left me speechless, now it was me who didn't have the exact words to express myself or to respond to him.

In the next second, the least expected and most embarrassing thing happened to me and anyone in my place, taking all the romance out of this magical, unique, and long-awaited moment. I vomited on his perfect and expensive suit.

Why did this have to happen to me? The bees in my stomach betrayed me and now I had been left in ridicule in front of the man who thawed his heart, with this it is more than certain that he would retract his words and disappear definitively. How pathetic I was. -God, Abby, are you okay?-

When I thought Vincent would recoil from me in disgust, the opposite happened. He brushed away the hair falling over my shoulder and gently stroked my back as if it could comfort me.

When I stopped vomiting, he offered me his handkerchief that he had in his jacket pocket, and in complete embarrassment, I wiped the corners of my lips.

-Do you feel better? Let's go inside, I'll make you a drink to soothe you.- Vincent took me by the waist as if at any moment I could crash to the ground, and even though it wasn't serious, of course I could fall, but because of the nerves that were eating me alive and making me the clumsiest person in the world.

How was Vincent still here? Why didn't he run away when he could? I shook my head, resisting to take a single step or I would end up rolling down the stairs.

I dared to look at Vincent after such embarrassment and died of shame for soiling his clothes, I did not find the slightest hint of disgust on his face, rather he looked worried and I could even say that his drunkenness vanished because of anguish. Was Vincent real?

If he was, he was standing in front of me, with his perfect green eyes fixed on my face, with his warm and big hands holding me, obviously concerned about my health after confessing that he was in love with me.

Vincent was real, this moment was real, disgustingly and romantically real.

For a moment I forgot about the prank that my nerves caused and I smiled, praying to heaven that vomit did not stay on my face, that would be the icing on the cake.

-I am madly in love with you, Vincent Grey.-