THREE

THREE

IRENE

Fucking hell… why does my head hurt this much, I groaned

 Yes, I remember…I was out drinking yesterday with the girls and that had definitely been a bad idea, I thought with my eyes still closed.

I wondered what the time was as I rolled over to grab the tiny clock I always kept on the shelf beside the bed but it wasn’t there, I felt around some more and I could not even feel the shelf.

I groaned again, prying my eyes open little by little because it felt like my head would definitely split open if I opened them too fast.

When did my ceiling get this detailed, I thought again as my eyes finally opened to the point where I could see a bit.

The hangover was really killing me because the ceiling looked so far away and for some reason I could not see the fan that was usually directly over my bed and then just like a flip was switched in my head and it suddenly dawned on me that I wasn’t looking at my ceiling

I was fully alert now as I sprung up and sat upright on the bed, my heavy head turning around.

Where the fuck was I? How did I get here?

My head whirled with so many unanswered questions as I looked round the beautiful room.

 I was in with the large king sized bed but that was about as grandiose as the room got. It had a minimal look to it with the walls painted black and then lined white horizontal lines in the middle. There was a small black couch close to the large glass wall that served as the window to let light into the room and a beautiful white rug that spanned two thirds of the center of the room.

I took in everything in an instant with further confusion etched on my face.

How did I end up here? I thought, frantically trying to remember what had happened the previous night.

I scrambled out of the bed and walked around searching for my phone and the rest of my things; I was even in different clothes

What the hell happened last night?

 I needed to call somebody to find out because at this point I was pretty sure this was none of my girl’s houses, at least I knew that none of them had a house this nice. I finally found my bag on the small corner table at the other side of the room, sighing in relief as I picked it up and emptied its contents all over the ground trying to locate my phone. It wasn’t in the bag and I was about to start panicking when the door to the room which was on the left side of the bed slowly opened and in walked this tall guy wearing a long black kimono and a matching pair of comfortable pants holding a glass of something.

He stood at the door, stared in my direction for a few seconds like he had no idea what I was doing in what I already assumed was his house and room before he closed the door behind him

“I can see you are awake now; you should take this” He said in one of the deepest voices I had ever heard as he stretched his hand and handed the glass to me.

“What is it?”  I squeaked, collecting the glass from him.

I was staring and could you blame me; he was the most handsome man I had ever seen with those beautiful eyes looking down at me.

“It is for the headache that I am sure you are having, you should not be drinking so much when you cannot handle it; at some point in the night I thought you were dead”

He was really close and hovering over me and I caught the slightest heady whiff of his aftershave as he continued speaking in that calm, deep voice. I had zoned out as my eyes raked his muscular chest and the ripping abs that I could see through the unbuttoned kimono.

I looked up at his face, his really pretty mouth still moving.

“Gorgeous” I blurted blushing to the roots of my hair as he stopped talking and merely pinned me with jet black eyes that seemed to pierce a hole in my soul.

He had long flowing hair which was like a black mane of a horse with a mixture of grey here and there which led me to wondering how old he was.

There was just something about his face and presence that was both terrified me and at the same time made me feel…safe.

He must have noticed I was no longer listening to him because he grabbed my hand that held the glass and guided it to my mouth; his tongue sending chills cascading down my spine and the butterflies fluttering in my belly in full panic mode.

 “You should not stare, you know…drink instead” he murmured

I took a large gulp and it did not taste as bad as I thought it would.

He waited until the glass left my lips before he let go of my hand and began walking out of the room.

“Wait!”  I yelled, stopping him in his tracks

“Who are you and how did I end up here?”  I asked, finally getting my bearings right.

“The best fun happens in a night, do you not remember?”  He asked as he reached the door.

He turned around and pointed to the wardrobe in the room.

“Make sure you finish that glass, your clothes are in there. Get dressed and come downstairs.” He commanded and with walked out of the room leaving me to stare after him

I had not even noticed I had been in my briefs the whole time as I scampered to the closet to put on the gown I had worn the previous night and packed the things I had scattered on the floor back into the bag.

I finally got downstairs to see him in the kitchen area; the house looked extremely big for one person but it appeared that he stayed alone.

I saw my phone connected to a power socket and I went straight for it wanting to know what time it was

“Fuck” I muttered.

The time was 8:14 am on a Monday; I was definitely not going to make it early to work today except I could miraculously roll back time.

“Your ride is outside” he said, walking over to me and handing me what looked like a lunch bag and a small water bottle that had coffee in it.

He then grabbed me by the waist and began walking; he was not pushing me but I simply followed like I was under a spell to the car that waited outside the house. He opened the door, waiting patiently as and I got in and without saying a word he closed the doors and the car zoomed off.

I turned around and watched him disappear into the house, grinning like a fool.

I tapped the driver

“Where are we headed?” I asked him

“The address on the map says 15 pepple street” he responded

It dawned on me that I had woken up in a stranger’s bed and he knew where I lived