I wake up to a pounding headache. As soon as I get the will to open my eyes I realize I'm not at home. I'm in a room I've never seen before. I clutch the sheets, feeling the expensive silky fabric between my fingers. I sit up. My dress is laying in the floor across the room! I look down at my self, realizing I hadn't worn a bra underneath. I'm in an oversized navy blue tee shirt. It probably wouldn't be so big if I were taller than 5'0. But that's never gonna happen.
I laugh softly to myself as I realize where this shirt came from. This was the tee shirt Mr. Spade was wearing yesterday. I can feel the tears stream down my face as I remember everything that had happened the previous day.
I look to my right, hoping to be alone. But instead I see Michael Spade. Shirtless. I can see the waistband of his grey sweatpants peeking out above the sheets. I let my eyes wander over his body for a second or two.
I take in all of him. His toned chest and stomach plunging into a deep v, his bulging biceps and triceps, his straight cut jawline. Everything is perfection. But it is also pain. I get up, ignoring how shaky my legs are and I walk to the door. Locked. Of course it's locked. Hes smarter than that. As I pull on the handle I hear him stirring in bed just as I lose my balance.
I regain my balance as I hear the bed creak a little. Dear lord please let him be a heavy sleeper...
"What are you doing kitten? It's only 6 o'clock. Come back to bed."
His voice is deep and raspy. It frightens me a little. But I know not to disobey. Especially not this early. So I do as I'm told. As I turn around I can see that he's sitting up, leaned against the headboard. He moved to the center of the bed so theres no escaping him. I sit on the edge of the bed as he grabs my hand, making me look up at him.
"You're going to sit here with me. We are both awake so I'll order the chef to bring something up and we can watch a movie. Sound good?"
I can tell that it isn't an offer. It is something that I can't get away from. So I lean against the headboard, trying to avoid any contact. But he isn't to happy. He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me to him.
"Do as you're told kitten."
All I can do is nod. He looks at me sternly as he picks up his phone.
"Don't move."
He turns away and places his feet on the ground. I can tell that he isn't terrible to everyone as he calls his chef to make breakfast. Must just be me. I try to discretely scoot away, but the bed creaks in the process. He immediately hangs up the phone and snaps around to look at me. I can feel my heartbeat quicken as he stares into my eyes.
"I thought I told you not to move."
His voice is low and more like a growl than anything. I try to apologize, but no words will come out of my mouth. He digs his fingers into my arm as he pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist like hes afraid that if he let's go I'll fall.
I can feel my body trembling in his grasp. I tense up as I feel his lips on my neck and his large, rough hand on my thigh. He squeezes it tightly, while still digging his fingers into my waist. I let out a soft Yelp of pain and he immediately stops. His hand on my side moves to my other thigh as he turns me around to face him. Straddling the man who just hurt you isn't a pleasant thing. I'm afraid to look at him. I can feel my eyes brimming with tears as he lifts both of his hands and rests them on my cheeks.
"Katie, look at me."
His voice was soft. It frightened me. The only time my fathers voice was ever that soft was when he was drunk. I looked up at him. His cold eyes were soft, and full of regret.
"I'm so sorry kitten. Please forgive me. Sometimes I just dont know my own strength. I didn't mean to hurt you. The only time I'll ever hurt you is when you deserve it. Understood?"
I can feel a few tears slip down my cheeks as I nod. His soft eyes turn cold again. His thumbs wipe away my tears. He lays down, pulling my with him. I'm laying on top of him, my head resting on his chest as he rubs my back, holding me against him.
"Try to go back to sleep for a little while kitten. We have a long week ahead of us."
I listen to his heartbeat and decide that sleep would be the easy part for now, so I might as well do it while I can.