3. Aftermath

The buzzing of my phone is the thing that wakes me up. There is a terrible haze all over my mind and I am not sure I have any idea where I am. Am I even on Earth anymore? My whole body feels heavy and stiff and overworked. Especially a few gentle areas, like my thighs, my breasts, my lower back- What the hell happened?

“She’s asleep-” A low groggy voice suddenly pushes away all the haze and fog that has taken hold of my brain, making my eyes snap open. 

As I do, I am faced with a sight that makes me suck in a sharp breath. Was I dreaming? Shit- he is looking at me.

Golden eyes cut from the phone, to me, and I feel a surge of panic. It’s the same man from last night- 

He is leaning against the headboard of the bed, his chest completely bare, his lower body covered by the white blanket that we share. I swallow harshly and turn on my back, pulling my gaze away from him, covering my face with my hands, before I hear a very familiar voice yell into the phone. 

Thalia-

I jolt up and grab the phone from him, scurrying to the edge of the bed.

“Thalia! Thalia!” I hurried to speak, my voice a bit shaky, my back turned to the man that now chuckles, still half asleep himself.

“Where the hell are you?! Who was that?! Are you alright?!!” her voice rings like a siren in my ear and I wince lightly. 

“I’m fine! I’m fine! I swear! I just-” I pause, not knowing how to even put whatever happened in words. 

There is a short break on the other end and I hear Thalia exhale deeply, in relief.

“You fucking twat! I’ll see you for lunch! Don’t you dare not show up!” 

She yells before she hangs up all of a sudden, leaving me with my words stuck in my throat. I slowly set the phone in my lap, my bare back turned to the handsome stranger I share a bed with, holding the white blanket over my naked body, clinging to it with a bit of panic. What am I doing here?! Is this a hotel room? The strange effects of the drugs seemed to have completely dimmed. I was left tired and I am sure the pain is not from the drugs… What time was it?

Before I can get out of bed and get out of here, I feel the weight on the mattress shift and I feel a large hand rests on my waist, tugging me backwards. 

“It’s still barely past midnight-” he groans out as if he was able to read my thoughts, tugging me backwards.

I feel like clay into his hand and I wonder what the hell is happening. Sure, having someone so handsome touch you, having their scent all over you too, does certain things to your will. And it’s frustrating to some extent, because right now, I want to lay back in bed and snuggle closer. 

I turn my head and watch him with the corner of my eyes. I have never seen someone as dashing as him. His cheeks are high and his jaw is so harp I feel like you could cut yourself if you dared to touch it. His hair reaches his chin, the sides of his head shaved and trimmed into a perfect fade. The hair is a lovely white color, that’s somehow warm looking, like milk, not like snow, and I wonder if it was bleached to be like this.

But as I dare to look more, i see that his eyebrows and lashes are both a soft shade of gray and I wonder- 

My eyes slide down his side, to his hips that are covered with the white blankets and when I realize what I’m looking for I suddenly feel like an idiot. Especially when I realize his eyes open and he is watching me study his body. 

A smile curls on his lips and his fingers sink into my flesh, forcing me to lay back in bed, an arm moving over my stomach. 

“Sleep.” he demands and his eyes close again.

The leather and peaches perfume is intoxicating me and I am sure it will stick to me for days. But this is his perfume, not his scent and I wonder what he smells like. What his skin and his scent actually smell like~ 

I find myself unable to speak or move, once again when he pulls me closer, his nose dipping into the crook of my neck, where he drinks in my scent.

“You were drugged.” he states bluntly and I feel like I should push him off of me. “Why did you come to such a dangerous place, alone?” He seems to be scolding me. 

“I was not alone-” I found the courage to speak and swallow past the lump in my throat. 

He huffs, amused. 

“As much of a strong independent woman your friend is, she’s still but a woman. “ the man murmurs, his nose brushing over my neck, up to my jaw, making my skin prickle. “You are young, easy to prey on ~” he growls out, his nose stopping under my jaw. “You wear expensive clothes, but there is no bodyguard to protect you -” he pauses for a brief second, displeased. “- why is that?” he ends, and slowly pulls his face away from me. 

The room suddenly fills with tension and I want to cower and slip out of his grasp that has only gotten stronger when he feels that I am about to jump out of the bed. 

“You’re clearly not an average Jane. I’m sure that whatever your name is, it holds power. Did you come here to prey upon men? Play the damsel in distress? Get yourself a nice rich husband as soon as you get pregnant?!” he growls out and I am not sure if he blames this all on me. 

This rattles something within me. Because he has the audacity to blame this on me, when I don’t remember half of whatever happened. He could have easily gotten me drunk and then we would have ended up in the same situation! It seems to me he wanted this as much as I did last night-

“Who are you?” he asks- no. He demands to know, moving up slowly, his eyes pinning me down, his eyes narrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. “There are little cases of someone trapping me this easily -” he growls, his fingers sinking painfully into my side. 

“What are you talking about?!” I squeal out, shoving my hands into his face and pushing him away from me as I get up sharply, completely forgetting about the fact that I was naked. “Have you ever heard of women being drugged?! Have you ever heard of you own free will?! Why are you blaming this on me now?!” I bark at him, hoping he was dumb enough to drop it.

But he only chuckles and his hand takes hold of my chin slowly, bringing me closer to him again.

“I know for sure, you had a mission tonight-” he growls out, his face nearing mine again. “Losing your v-card-” he used Thalia’s words and something within me screamed to get away from him. “How do I know you’re not going to come back searching for me a few months later claiming that the child within you is mine?”  

I feel my cheeks tint and my heart picks up its pace. What in the world is he talking about?! Getting myself knocked up by a random stranger, while drugged- Does he hear himself?! I want to slap him, but I find myself unable to move, as he smirks down at me, showing off his strangely pointed canines. 

“Who are you, sweetheart? Who do you belong to?”