Chapter 2: WHO ARE YOU?

"Hired me?" She repeated his words, getting more confused. 

"Tch" He clicked his tongue. 

He had heard of cases like this, where a woman was used to trap and blackmail a successful man, and he wasn't ready to get used by the woman before him. 

He refused to be fooled by her pretense.

"I hate repeating myself. What happened here? Did you drug me or something?" He barked at her. 

She shuddered. 

What happened here? That was the exact question she wanted to ask him.  

But...hold on!

He seemed quite familiar, as though she had met him before.

 No, she could swear that she had met him somewhere, before now. 

There was definitely something about this man who stood by the open door, glaring at her.  

His messy black hair, thick eyebrows, well lined beard and husky voice were not common amongst the men she knew. 

"You owe me an explanation!" Amelia shot at him, "You have to tell me what you did to me!"

"Wh-what?"

"Look, I know we had sex. It's obvious because we were both naked some minutes ago, and—"

She was cut short by the loud ringing of her phone. She didn't even notice when the phone came on and the caller ID that flashed across her screen almost made her heart to leap right out of her throat. 

It was Henry. Her boyfriend. 

She looked up at the stranger, eying him before she swiped a finger across the screen of her phone, answering the call. 

"Babe!" She said, forcing her voice to sound normal, "Good morn—"

"Shit! Amelia. Where the heck are you?" Henry's voice boomed from the phone. 

"Henry?" Her eyebrows arched as she caught the obvious anger in his voice.

"Cut the crap, and tell me where the fuck you are!"  

"At my friend's place.... At Sienna's place" 

"Liar!" Henry hissed. "I had no idea that you were such a hoe until I saw the evidence all over the internet. I still can't believe that—"

Henry was still yelling on the phone when the man before her took long strides across the room, covering up the distance between them. Then, he reached out to snatch the phone from her hand. 

He ended the call and flung the phone on the bed, frowning. 

"That was my boyfriend on the phone!" Amelia yelled, scrunching her nose. 

"Your boyfriend? Tell me a more convincing lie!"

"What the heck?"

"You act so dumb, and it's beginning to piss me off. Are you not aware of the mess we are in?"

"What mess?" She shot at him, looking down at the bedsheets which was still wrapped around her chest, "Oh, the sex? I won't press charges against you or tell anyone that you fucked me against my will, because I clearly don't remember—"

"What are you talking about? Press charges?"

"Yes!"

"Who sent you? Just let me know who paid you to tarnish my damn reputation, and I'll let you go without breaking your bones apart."

Amelia's eyes widened in horror. 

First, she was confused about his assumption that someone had sent her to him. Secondly, did he just threaten to break her bones or what?

A lump formed in her throat as her eyes darted across his features. 

He stood at a towering height above her, and he did have the appearance of a person who never made empty threats.

She palmed her forehead and scanned the room. Her eyes fell on his shirt on the floor and she gasped. 

It was him!

He was the man who had bashed his car into hers, right outside the hotel. The same man who didn't see any reason to apologize, but rather walked away. 

She recognized the exact shirt he wore, and everything made sense now. She furrowed her brows in anger. 

"It was you?" She snapped at him. 

"What?!"

"How did you get me into this room?"

The last thing she remembered was showing up for her sister's birthday at the hotel, and taking a shot of whiskey at the bar. 

She had absolutely no idea how she ended up in the same bed, with this man. 

"To make things clear, I don't know how you got in here. All I need you to tell me is the name of the fool who sent you after me."

"Look, Mister. I don't believe what you're saying. After bashing me car, did you think I would—"

Hunter's phone rang out, Interrupting Amelia as he spoke. He walked around the bed to the table at the other end of the room, and he grabbed his phone.    

"Damon?" He called into the phone. 

"Don't tell me that you're still at the hotel. The paparazzi are on their way there!" Damon yelled. 

Hunter's mouth dropped open, "How did they find me here?"

The Lady in the room picked up her dress and trudged into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. 

Damon's voice jolted into his thoughts again, "I don't know! The videos are flying everywhere. The team and I have tried to take it down from the main source, but things are already getting out of hand."

Hunter's heart thudded as he listened to Damon. This was getting more serious than it had seemed. 

"I don't want to bump into anyone from the press or some stupid paparazzi, Damon."

"Exactly! It would only make things worse. No matter what happens, don't leave that hotel room. I'm sending security and one of the drivers over to you"

"Oh, great."

"What's your room number, huh?"

"Room..." Hunter looked up as the lady walked into the room, fully dressed. He expected her to respond. "What the hell is the number of this room?" He barked at her. 

 "I don't know!"

Hunter exhaled, "Room 124" He dropped the call and hurried over to her, grabbing her arm. He pulled her closely to his chest. 

"Wh-what exactly is happening?" She muttered, looking up at his face. 

He tightened his grip around her arm. 

"Do I look like a kid to you? Enough of the mind games. Stop faking innocence!" He grunted, his voice was cold.

"Faking innocence?"

"Our sex tape is everywhere on the internet!" He snarled, pushing her away as he edged backwards. 

Amelia's mind reeled. 

Wait... What?

"Wh-what do you mean?" She stammered. 

Hunter started to pace the room, raking his hands through his hair. 

"You're the crazy woman whose car I bashed into last night. Did you come in here for some sort of revenge?" 

"No!"

"I know for a fact that this is my damn room, but how on earth did we have sex, and why are there multiple wild pictures and videos of us all over the internet?" He yelled. 

She flinched, her hands shaky. 

Is this what Henry, her boyfriend was talking about earlier? He called her a hoe! Maybe, he knew that she had sex with this stranger. 

She swallowed hard as she picked up her phone from the bed. 

No...no...no! Her mind yelled as she unlocked it, and went straight to G****e to search for the latest news update.

What exactly was happening to her this morning? Everything was slowly getting out of hand!

First, it was her waking up in bed, next to a stranger. 

Next, she found out that they had sex last night. 

Now, she's finding out that their sex tape was all over on the internet. 

How the heck did that happen?

She stared with disbelief at a picture of her, sharing a passionate kiss with this handsome stranger. 

Holy Shit!