A pounding headache and burning body aches had Janet waking up as she stretched her body to wince around. Her eyes were not yet accustomed to the sun brimming from the window and she hissed at the burning light.
The smell of untouched furniture and dusty sheets hit her nose which had her grimacing.
She looked at the ceiling to immediately know that she was not in her room. She was in a different place from where she would normally wake.
Had she been kidnapped? Had she been taken hostage by a maniac?
This had her on alert as she sat up to see that the bed she was laying in was larger than her usual bed with her feet barely reaching the edge and her hands being unable to reach the ends.
"Where am I?" she whispered to herself as she found a figure moving from the dark part of the room to the bed to stand over her.
She immediately held her breath staring at the tall muscular man before her with his chest bare.
His expression did not make anything better than it was supposed to be.
His muscular frame was not too much to call him a bodybuilder but it was enough to say that he worked out and he was athletically built differently. His height went into the range of the six's and his face was that of a brutal yet handsome model.
His dark brown hair fell around his face giving him a brooding figure with his beards from his chin to his ears, neatly trimmed, giving him a mysterious expression.
His eyes which were hidden by his hair and his furrowed brows made him appear more attractive than scary. He was exactly like those characters one would see described in books but this was not a book.
If this was a book it would be more attractive but this was real life and so it was very scary to know that he would be her kidnapper even if he was very handsome.
She shook her head to get his fine features out of her head and focus on the main problem at hand.
She could not remember how she had gotten to the room and what had happened the night before. She could only remember being in a club and passing out after having a few drinks but that was it.
"Who are you and what do you want?" she asked, trying to make herself appear more intimidating than he was to her. "How did I get here?"
He didn't say anything but stood before her looking at her with a cold and dead stare like she was nothing to him. This made her shiver before she cowered under the covers she had over her body.
The cold feeling of the bed covers gave her the notion that she was naked underneath and she feared that the worst had happened.
Touching herself subtly she found her panties being the only clothing on her body with nothing else on as she eyed the man before her.
Had they done anything while she had been sleeping?
Looking at his trousers, she found his belt still on but she was not convinced of his innocence.
She knew he had done something to her and they had been engaged in something together.
He was eye-catching but that did not give him a pass to do whatever he wanted with her body.
"Did we do anything together?" she asked as he had a cold and mean expression on his face. She started to get worked up by this as she wrapped the covers over her chest even tighter.
"As usual, you men think you're the hotshots. You all think the world revolves around you. Well, I've got news flash for you! It does not! You won't get away with this if you don't say what you did to me and start spilling it fast!"
The man ignored her and walked to a drawer to arrange some of the clothes which had been flung there in a fashionable manner.
She watched him with disgust. If he was not going to talk to her then she would have to make a move against him.
She looked around for her phone, to find the object on a table beside the bed.
She grabbed it only to find it dead.
"Shit!" she muttered looking around for her bag.
The man finished with the drawer before moving onto another one which had figurines scattered over the top. He picked up a vase to keep on top of it which had an eerie look about it.
He acted weird and she was convinced he was not normal but a rapist and a killer.
But not today, she thought to herself. He had met his match and he would pay for what he had done to her.
Taking up the lamp from the table, she grabbed the covers and wrapped herself in it before rushing to smash the lamp on his head.
Before she could do it, he turned to give her a death stare which had her reeling backwards, dropping the lamp on the floor with her hands in the air.
"I wasn't going to do anything," she said, cowering to the edge of the bed with her heart pounding.
He looked away after looking at her from her head to her toe. He did not seem impressed with whatever she was doing and she felt offended by this, however she was relieved that he had not tried being violent towards her.
He looked like the kind of man who would straight up attack her for attempting to be violent towards him.
But he did not do anything towards her. He knew who he was and he sighed, turning away from her to control his temper.
Exhaling slowly to let his angry mind be calm he gripped the edge of the drawer with closed eyes.
He had dealt with people like her before and he was not impressed.