CHAPTER- 39

                                    

                                          
Iris POV:
Warmth enveloped me like a comforting embrace as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. 
A tingling sensation spread through my chest, and for a fleeting moment, I felt an unusual sense of peace. 
But as I gradually opened my eyes, the sight that greeted me sent a jolt of shock coursing through my body like a lightning strike.
I was lying on my side, and there, nestled against me, was Ace. 
His face was tucked into the curve of my breasts, his cheek pressed against my nipple as if he had claimed the spot as his own. 
His touch was gentle but possessive, with his hands resting lightly on my waist while one of his legs was draped sensuously between mine.
I blinked rapidly, my mind struggling to process the surreal and inappropriate scene before me. 
My body tensed in disbelief, and then, unable to contain the horror that gripped me, a scream erupted from my throat, shattering the fragile silence of the room.
"ACE!" I yelled, sitting up abruptly and instinctively covering myself with shaking hands. 
My heart pounded in my chest as I stared down at him, my mind racing with questions and fear.
He groaned in response, his eyelids fluttering as if he was on the verge of waking but not quite there yet. 
He muttered something incoherent, his words a slurred mess that only added to my confusion and panic.
What the hell is happening?
With a shaky breath, I yanked the blanket away from him, revealing the full extent of his shamelessness. 
Ace was clad in nothing but his underwear, his toned body on display as if he had no care in the world. 
My torn shirt lay discarded beneath him, a silent testament to whatever had transpired while I was oblivious.
Anger flared within me like a wildfire, and without thinking, I slapped his hand away, not caring if it woke him up. 
How did I not notice him coming into my room? How did I not feel him tearing my shirt?
"Mini, les ouk," he mumbled again, his words even more garbled than before, as if he was speaking in his sleep.
"What?" I leaned in closer, desperate to make some sense of the situation. 
My heart raced as I tried to decipher his slurred speech, but before I could, Ace's hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me down onto him.
"Yahhh! Leave me!" I shouted, struggling against his hold, my heart pounding in my chest as he pinned me beneath him.
"Get off!" I spat, glaring up at him with all the frustration and fear that had built up inside me. 
But Ace seemed to be in his own world, oblivious to my protests. 
He pinned both my hands above my head, his smirk growing more pronounced as he leaned in closer, the air between us crackling with tension.
I turned my head away, squeezing my eyes shut, bracing myself for what might come next. 
My breath hitched in my throat, fear and confusion mingling in a chaotic swirl of emotions.
But then, everything went quiet. I cautiously opened my eyes, only to find him gazing down at me with an unexpected tenderness that left me utterly confused. 
His expression had softened, a stark contrast to the domineering presence he had just moments before.
Swallowing hard, I struggled to steady my breathing, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling within me.