Chapter Two

Olivia

I woke up to the kick of a throbbing headache, I quickly grabbed a pillow covering my head. I couldn’t remember anything from last night nevertheless how I got home. I rolled on my back pouting my lips and keeping the pillow over my face. I did not dare to open my eyes and face the light. That's what you get when you trust Sam with the drinks. The pillow smelled like a man's perfume.

Oh no, did I bring someone with me at home? My father will kill me! I moved away from the pillow opening my eyes when I faced a weird ceiling. It wasn't the ceiling of my house. What the hell did I do last night? Did I hook up with a stranger? Was this his bedroom? My mother must be worried about me.

I stood on my feet checking if I had my clothes on. I still had my dress from last night on. The room was weird, almost everything was black. I took my heels at the end of the bed and tried to leave like a thief. I didn't want to confront the owner of the house. I pushed the door open and went out of that bedroom but the house was huge there were many doors. How was I supposed to get out of there without being noticed? I walked on my tiptoes, looking at every side to avoid people seeing me. But the house seemed empty like a ghost lived there. Distracted by the painting in the walls, me being me it is impossible not to be distracted because I get bored easily and love art. Well, I being distracted didn't notice the man who stood in front of me. I almost crashed into his muscular body. He had a blank face I couldn't read his emotions.

"H-hi!" I stuttered trying to regain my balance because I almost fell.

"This way." He said coldly before turning his back on me.

Was he showing me the way out of there? But when I saw the gun in the back of his pants I realized there wasn't an easy escape. What have I gotten myself into last night? What did I have to do with men who have guns? Would they sell me or kill me? I tried to cover my fear and take some information from that cold man.

"So, last night I was drunk, completely wasted. You know people when they get drunk they say or do things they don't mean it. And I.. maybe I said and did something, but look I apologize for whatever I said and did." I followed him behind talking like a parrot all the time, but not a single word got out of that man's mouth until we reached a door.

 He knocked before opening the door for me.

"This isn't the way out." My hands were trembling and my knees went weak.

What were they gonna do to me? I didn't take a step in, instead I walked back.

"I want to leave. I want to get out of here." I told the man in an ordering tone.

" Get in. " The man spoke through his teeth.

I was thinking about my chances, If I ran and tried to escape I didn't know the way out and he was probably going to kill me. I gave him a threatening look before going inside that office. I kept my heels in both my hands, to use them like weapons to protect myself. The man pulled the door closed leaving me alone in that room with the monster that sat with his back on me. I cleared my throat to let him know I was there. He didn't turn around. I knocked with my ring on the desk to gain his attention, but still nothing.

My heart was about to explode inside my chest. Anxiety kissed my body with each second that passed and the man who had his back on me wasn't turning his chair around. I could only see the clouds of smoke, he was smoking. What was I doing at this place?

"Oh, damn it!" I groaned putting the back of my hand on my head because I refused to let my weapons down, I mean my heels.

My head was exploding from pain as well, I had my eyes half closed when finally the chair turned around and I tried to stay like a soldier puffing my chest ahead and raising my chin. Why was I even doing that? Probably because the man sitting on the chair was a Greek god, and that caught me off guard. You could see the muscles from his black shirt, the first buttons unbuttoned. Or should I start with his unruly hair and his black beard that emphasized his green eyes and his perfectly toned skin?

"If you're done checking me out you may sit." His husky voice made my knees go weak.

I almost fell, blushing and getting caught.

"I. I didn't.."

For the first time in my life, I didn't know what to say and I was stuttering like a teenager in front of her crush.

The man smirked lighting another cigarette. I had to sit because otherwise I would fall and embarrass myself furthermore. His green eyes returned to me and my breath almost got stuck in my lungs. I was going crazy, maybe I hadn't recovered yet from last night's state. I closed my eyes taking deep breaths from my nose and letting it go from my mouth.

"Are you alright, miss?" When he spoke again I was ready to swear that the voice was the same, only more masculine. I shook my head chuckling to myself before opening my eyes.

 "Who are you?" It went out of my mouth like a threatening.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" He ignored my question.

 I had a huge headache and I couldn't remember a damn thing that happened after I had my second drink.

"No." I shook my head.

"Why am I here? How did I get here?" I asked, putting all my attention on the unknown gorgeous man.

"You don't remember what happened last night? " He said it more to himself raising his brow.