She woke up with a start, and with a blinding headache. How did she get on the bed? She wondered, as she slowly scanned her environment with her eyes.
This was definitely not her room. She suddenly realized, and then hissed from the blinding headache.
She felt a movement beside her, and she smiled. The memories from last night came rushing back to her, and her smile broadened.
Last night with Marco had been very memorable and extra ordinarily hot. She recalled, and blushed hard from its effect.
Even in her drunken state, she'll never forget such a beautiful and blissful experience with Marco. They had gone rounds after rounds as though they were made of steel, yet non was ready to give up on the flow of desires.
Taking a deep breath, she turned sideways to look at her partner who had made her night, with a fond smile playing on her lips, but his back was turned to her.
Still with the smile on her lips, she slowly traced through his spine with her middle finger. She couldn't help but wonder what they were now. Certainly such a beautiful night wouldn't be taken for granted. She thought deeply, and sighed in satisfaction.
Suddenly, he turned to face her with his eyes closed still. On seeing his face, she moved her head backwards a bit in surprise, as she couldn't help but wonder why Marco looked so different in his sleep. The little movements she made brought the eyes of the stranger to open suddenly, and she suddenly found herself staring into the darkest shade of grey eyes she has ever seen, and she gluped down her own spit from fear of the unknown.
Few seconds later, they both screamed and jumped off the bed with surprised expressions on their faces.
Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here? He yelled as he jumped off the bed, dragging the sheets with him to cover up his nakedness. She on her own part held unto the remaining portion of the duvet with a stern expression on her face.
I think that question should be directed back to you. How on earth are you the one here instead of Marco? She asked coolly, and he groaned in annoyance.
Pretend all you like lady, but i am not a patient man, and I don't fucking care about whatever the hell you're talking about, all I intend to know is how the hell you were able to drug me, and bring me to this room. He said with an expression that clearly showed his hate and rage.
It though was annoying on how he'd let down his guard and almost his life as well, but how he ended up sleeping with the same lady who had been on his mind lately was still a mystery he was yet to understand, and though he could barely remember anything from the night before but his dream full of bliss and satisfaction, he knew that he actually slept with the lady who he was out to frustrate, and it was not a dream but reality.
Vincent's glance was very hard, and it was impossible to hold his glance for long because at that point, all she felt was shame and self hate. Elena couldn't believe that again, she had defiled her body, because the thought of it alone brought back dark memories to her mind and tears to her eyes.
Determined not to explain what she herself couldn't quite understand, she with her left foot dragged her gown closer to the foot of the bed from where it lay on the floor beside the bed, and then picked it up.
Can you please turn around, I need to wear my cloth. Elena said after picking up her gown, and he stood agape in surprise.
Was this lady for real? He wondered as he stared at her in surprise. Was she really ignoring his questions?
Seeing that he was unwilling to listen to her, she dropped the sheet and proceeded to wear her gown totally ignoring his blazing stare almost burning a hole through her.
Silence fell between them as she wore her cloth until he broke it with a statement that caused her to pause her movements.
I knew it. He said, I knew that all you've been doing was to get yourself into my bed and I must commend you for your achievement, really; but drugging me in order to achieve that was totally unpredictable, I guess I totally underestimated you, whore. He said in disgust, and without thnking, she slapped him hard from the pain and anger that accompanied the accusation, his head moved slightly to the left from the effect of the slap, and his eyes grew bloodshot from rage. Vincent couldn't believe that he got slapped for the second time in his life by the same lady, but Elena didn't care at all, how could he accuse her of drugging him when she knew nothing about it.
You really think that fucking you is like an achievement right? well mister I must make it known to you that you are thinking too highly of yourself, you are nothing but a waste of time, and night with you was nothing but a useless fuck which I will certainly add to my discharded list, because it isn't worth remembering! She yelled at him in rage and picking up her bag, then matched towards the door in rage.
Take another step, and you will live to regret it for the rest of your life. He said suddenly in rage, and she paused for a spit second.
She'd faced better threats, and one more from him wouldn't change anything now, or will it? She wondered, and then continued her journey out of the hotel room in a manner that stunned him.
He stared after her in rage as she left the room ignoring him totally, and he gritted his teeth from rage. He was losing his mind that was for sure, but he was determined to make her suffer before that.