Reina's point of view
The call from Nik's phone had been a savior.
It brought my mind back around, reminded me of what I almost committed myself to. What the hell was wrong with me?
"You have a call" I reminded Niklaus when he purposely allowed the phone to ring on.
"I don't care," he mumbled, trailing kisses down my neck.
I suppressed a moan, I had to untangle myself from this mess. "Niklaus, answer the damn phone," I mustered enough strength to push him away.
This time he listened, picking the call while I got off the bed and rushed to the door, hoping to escape but it was locked - I should have known. No wonder he seemed so relaxed answering the call because he knew I couldn't escape.
Knowing escape was not likely, I decided to use that opportunity to make myself presentable. I looked a mess; the buttons on my shirt were open, my bra one-sided, my hair disheveled and my makeup ruined.
