Ellery's POV
I woke up to a pounding headache and the aftertaste of vomit. My throat felt like sandpaper. Well, that was stupid.
Water. Water. I need water.
I tried to sit up but a wave of nausea swept over me and I ended up on the bed once again. At least the curtains were closed.
Hold up.
I don't own any long curtains or have a decent window at that. The width of the window was at least the width of my whole apartment.
Holy shit, where am I?
Trying my best to stay still and still managing to look around, was a lot harder than it sounded. The room was huge. There was a mirror, a TV, a bedside table, a lamp and nothing else. No drawers, no vanity, or any decorations. The room was bland.
As I looked around the room, my eyes landed on a piece of notecard on the bedside table. The writing on it looked very fancy, like someone from the Victorian era might've written it.
Eat Me. Drink Me.
It's Not Poison.
Next to the card were two pills and a glass of water. I drank the water and ate the medicine, then laid back down on the bed.
It took a moment for the medicine to take effect. After a while, I got up from the bed, feeling a little bit better.
I walked towards a door, hoping it'll lead outside. I stopped in my tracks when I walked passed the mirror. I got a look at myself and I looked like something that crawled out of hell.
My hair was messy, not in its regular bedhead shape. There were mascara marks on my cheeks as if I had cried. Worst of all, I wasn't in the clothes I had worn last night.
Whose clothes am I wearing? What cologne is this? This sure as hell doesn't belong to me.
I hurriedly check my stomach to see if there were any stitches or scars, just in case someone opened my stomach and put drugs in there. You never know.
No pain. No scars. That's a good start, at least the most important thing is still intact, while my dignity is not.
I walked out of the room and followed the hallway. There were some doors, I guess it wouldn't hurt to open one right? I tried to open the first one I came to, but it was locked. The situation I was in was slowly becoming a Fifty Shades one. I hope it turns out to be like one.
The hallway was long, there were 3 doors but all of them were locked. I finally made it out onto what seemed like the living room. I had never seen a living room so big in my life.
There was a gigantic sparkly chandelier in the middle of the room. The sun was shining upon it, making it light up the whole room. Under it were three couches and an expensive-looking coffee table. To the left were windows that overlooked the city skyline and the view was amazing.
"Excuse me. Who are you?"
I quickly turned around to face the speaker. The question came from a young-looking middle-aged woman. She wore a sophisticated dress, pearls, and she held what I recognize to be a named brand bag.
"Me?" I asked, pointing at myself.
The lady nodded.
"I-I'm-"
"She's my new chef. What are you doing here mother?"
I turned to the new voice. I nearly passed out when my eyes landed on the face I learned to get used to, but couldn't. He was in his sweats and his body glistened from perspiration as if he'd just finished working out.
Oh, hell no.
"I came over to take you out for brunch. But please do explain to me why you have a half-naked female chef. Does she have another purpose perhaps?" She asked, eyeing him. "What happened to John?"
"He quit. I just hired her," he said, pointing to me "yesterday."
"Really?" She said, taking another look at me.
"We haven't got the chance to talk about the dress code yet." He smirked.
"Well, it might just be quicker for us to eat in, seeing as you're not dressed either." She said, turning to Charles. "Why don't we save some time and try out your new chef's cooking skill."
"Sure, anything for you, mother."