Actually, John and Grace drifted off, lying in each other's arms. Grace's head was resting on John's chest. Indeed, they were yet to enjoy the world of the two they had created.
"Wait... Am I dreaming? How did it happen that I am here now?" John was awakened by the morning breeze, his mind still hazy from sleep. Grace was still asleep, her breathing gentle and rhythmic, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Suddenly, Grace woke up, realising that John was already awake and seemed disturbed. "Good morning. Are you okay?"
John hesitated before answering, "Morning too. How did we drift off?" He shook his head in disbelief, his clothes still damp from the previous day's rain.
John stood up and hugged Grace. "Good day... See you later, right? Let me go to my place and change clothes." He turned to leave the room.
"Wait, my dear... wait. I have something. Do we go together? Speak to me! What's up?" Grace called after him, but John just gestured that they'd meet later, hopped on his motorcycle, and rode off.
Grace stood at the door, watching John ride away, her heart fluttering with a mix of emotions. She felt a pang of worry—had she done something wrong, or was John simply overwhelmed by the intensity of their newfound closeness? She shook her head, trying to dispel the doubts creeping in.
As she turned back into her apartment, Grace sighed, a small smile forming on her lips. Despite John's abrupt departure, she felt a warmth spreading through her chest, a feeling of deep affection that made her heart swell. She was falling for him, and the thought both thrilled and terrified her.
Grace busied herself with her morning chores, trying to distract herself from her swirling thoughts. She tidied up the living room, humming softly to herself, and then moved to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee.
However, after everything was ready, she sipped the steaming beverage. She allowed herself a moment to imagine the possibilities of what their relationship could become—a partnership not just in business, but in life.
Meanwhile, John rode through the morning breeze, the cool air a welcome sensation against his skin. As he navigated the winding roads leading to his mansion, he tried to shake off the unease from the morning.
The ride was invigorating, the early sun casting golden hues over the landscape, and it gave him time to clear his head. A lot of thoughts continued to form in his mind.
The motorcycle roared as he accelerated, the familiar rumble beneath him grounding his thoughts. He loved this feeling of freedom, the world whizzing by in a blur.
Yet, amidst the exhilaration, he couldn't shake off thoughts of Grace—the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about their plans, her infectious laughter, and the way she made him feel at ease. Her well placed chest made John go crazy..."Hahaha.. my fiance"
Approaching the mansion, John slowed down, the towering structure coming into view. The grandeur of the estate never failed to impress him, even though it often felt too big and empty. Today, though, he felt a sense of purpose, knowing he had someone to share his dreams with.
As he pulled into the driveway, the gateman greeted him with a cheerful wave. "Morning, sir! Beautiful day, isn't it?"
John grinned, removing his helmet. "Morning! It sure is. Ready to tackle the day!"
He parked his motorcycle in the lot and headed towards the mansion, the manager having already unlocked the doors. The familiar scent of polished wood and fresh flowers greeted him as he stepped inside, a comforting reminder of home.
Inside, John wasted no time in heading to his room to groom and dress himself. He stood before the mirror, scrutinising his reflection. The previous night's rain had left his hair in a mess, and he chuckled at his own dishevelled appearance. With a quick shower, he felt rejuvenated, the water washing away the remnants of sleep.
John carefully selected a suit from his wardrobe, opting for a navy ensemble that made him feel both powerful and poised. As he tied his tie, he felt a renewed sense of confidence—a man ready to conquer the world.
Once dressed, he made a quick phone call to his manager, Roy. "Hey Roy, can you inform Mary to prepare a heavy breakfast for me? I missed supper last night, and I'm starving!"
Roy's laughter boomed through the phone. "Of course, sir! I'll whip up something that'll make you forget you ever missed a meal."
John headed to the dining room, where Roy had already laid out an impressive spread. The smell of bacon, eggs, and freshly baked bread filled the air, making John's stomach rumble in anticipation.
As John sat down, Roy joined him, a mischievous grin on his face. "So, boss, did you have a late-night rendezvous, or were you out saving the world again?"
John chuckled, shaking his head. "Let's just say I was enjoying some quality time with a special someone. What about you, Roy? Any exciting adventures?"
Roy leaned back in his chair, feigning an air of mystery. "Oh, you know me—always living on the edge. Last night, I tackled the most dangerous beast of all—a clogged sink."
John laughed, nearly choking on his toast. "Sounds like you're living life on the wild side, Roy!"
They bantered back and forth, their fun adding a lightness to the morning. Roy shared a story about a disastrous cooking experiment that had the kitchen staff in stitches, and John recounted a childhood misadventure involving a goat and a particularly stubborn apple tree.
As breakfast drew to a close, John leaned back in his chair, feeling both satisfied and slightly dizzy from all the laughter. "Thanks for the company, Roy. I really needed that."
Roy smiled, giving John a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Anytime, sir. It's always a pleasure to brighten your day."
With breakfast over, John made his way to his master bedroom, feeling the weight of the morning start to settle in. He lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as his thoughts drifted back to Grace.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the ping of his phone, and John sat up, grabbing the device to check the notification. His eyes widened as a prompt flashed in front of him with a deep mechanical voice that cracked in his mind.
[ Ding! Congratulations on your investment in the Bloodlust Gangsters Organization and the recent plot.]
John blinked, trying to process the words. What was this about?
[Congratulations! 10x rebate applied on both investments. Confirmed. The Host has received $10,000,000,000 in his account.]
His heart skipped a beat. The numbers seemed surreal, almost like a dream. John felt a rush of disbelief and exhilaration, his mind racing at the implications of such a windfall.
[Congratulations to the Host. The system is pleased with the Host, and a super reward is currently loading.]
John knew he had to tread carefully. This sudden wealth was both an opportunity and a potential danger. He needed to understand what he'd gotten himself into before making any rash decisions.
With a deep breath, John set his phone aside, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He'd always been a man of action, but this required a different approach—a careful, measured response.
His mind turned to Grace once more. Her presence was a steady anchor in the chaos, a reminder of what truly mattered. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew he wanted to face them with her by his side.
Determined to make the most of this unexpected turn of events, John rose from the bed, his resolve hardening. He had a future to build, and he wouldn't let anything stand in his way.
With a newfound sense of purpose, John decided it was time to call Grace and to check in on her progress. But first, he needed to gather his thoughts, to ensure he approached this with clarity and caution.
John picked his phone and placed a call. After several rings, the call went unanswered for the first time. "Maybe she is busy taking a shower or even asleep. I will call again later but I know she can call back."
Nevertheless, just as John picked his phone to call her fiance, a new message popped on his phone.{ Grace is with us. You avail yourself or you lose her. The location is tagged for you...}