Ellery's POV
This can't be happening again. How stupid can I be? I am literally going through this again except the bed, the room and the sheets were different this time. The smell was really different too, there's no scent of his cologne.
My throat felt like the Sahara desert, dry and lacking water. I seriously need to stop drinking. At this rate, I might become an alcoholic.
Wait a second, if I'm not in his place then where am I? Shit!
I got up quickly and took a look around the room. I was glad that the headache was not as painful as last time; it was just a tang of pain.
If you were to describe the room in one word, it would have to be 'white'. White bed, sheets, pillows, vanity, walls, curtains, and doors. It was decorated plainly but it had a sense of style to it.
Feeling curious, I opened a door, kind of hoping that it would be the bathroom, and it was. There were a set of sinks on the left and a shower on the right. At the end of the room was a bathtub and over it was a large glass window overlooking the city. The view was amazing. I could sit in the tub and look at the view all day long.
I left the bathroom and found another door. I opened it and there was a lot of women's clothing, shoes, jewelry, and purses—basically an average woman's idea of heaven. I couldn't help but look at some of the stuff. All of the stuff still had price tags on them, the prices weren't a joke either. It was almost as if I had walked into a department store. Whoever owned this must be loaded.
"Do you like it?"
I whipped my head around as fast as I possibly could, almost making me regret it as I suddenly felt kind of nauseous. There he stood, with his body against the door frame with his hands in his silk pajama pockets. The man really does look good wearing anything.
"Charles." I nearly whispered. Not again!
"That would be me, but I think have introduced ourselves already." He smirked, "so, do you like it?"
"It's nice, whoever owns this is lucky. I'm jealous."
"Well, you don't have to be. They're yours."
"What do you mean?" I laughed, he was joking, wasn't he?
"I'm starting to see the real you. After two nights in a row, I don't think I'm as interested as much as I was before."
"Interested?" What the hell is he saying?
"We went over this already. I told you I moved all your stuff here yesterday. You're welcome." Charles said, rolling his eyes.
"I don't know what you're saying. I have never seen these things before in my entire life. What are you saying?"
"Please tell me you remember. You lost your apartment and I offered you a job and place to stay."
Yeah. That definitely happened.
"What about last night?" Please don't let anything else happen besides this. Please. This too much embarrassment than I can bear.
"Nothing much. I found you drunk at a club, took you home, and that's it. Nothing new."
"That's all?"
"Would like it if I went into more details?" I nodded with hesitation. "You puked on my car and begged to have sex with me."
"So... did we?" I asked, staring at him, wide-eyed.
"Maybe, I don't know. I had some to drink too. Things might've gotten crazy, who knows. I didn't drive." He winked.
"We had sex?!" I am so screwed. "Don't you have any decency as a man?"
"Why are you so mad?" Charles asked, slowly approached me, drawing closer and closer. When he nearly reached me, I put my hands out and stopped him.
I realized. It was all a joke to him. Having girls at his dispense was a normal thing. I'm just one of his flings.
"You took my virginity?" I asked silently.
He backed away as if I just slapped him. "You're still a virgin? I'm not someone who would take advantage of a drunk woman."
"What do you mean?"
"We didn't have sex. I was joking. Honestly."
"Get out," I angrily said.
"What?"
" I said, get out!"
I can't believe it was all just a joke to him.