JESSICA'S POV
A strong, addictive and masculine cologne clouds my brain from thinking. I couldn't open my eyes. But I could feel it. Someone kissing me. Nibbling and licking, sending me goosebumps all over my body. It was addictive. And then it kicked in I WAS BEING KISSED without my consent. I opened my eyes abruptly.
Those abyss. Those beautiful brown eyes I last saw while I blacked out, stared back at me. As much as I want to keep looking at it, my logical sense says otherwise.
"What are you doing?" I asked and pushed at his chest angrily. My voice as loud as it could be.
" Shhhh. We are in a hospital sweetheart, we are not supposed to be loud" he said with a smirk.
The fuck is wrong with him.
"That doesn't explain your pervy behaviour " I shout. His jaw muscle ticked at my response.
What is happening? My mind is still foggy with everything that happened recently. Me passing out, his eyes, the hospital and his kiss what is actually happening.
Like he could sense my confusion, he answered for me.
"You passed out in the middle of the street, princess. I carried you to the hospital. I am practically your saviour", he said.
"Thank you for your kind act towards this stranger but that doesn't give you the right to kiss me", anger boiled at his cool reply dodging my question.
"You wanted my attention right? You fell before my car so that you could ask me for compensation one way or other right? So I just showed pity on you. That kiss is for your effort but your acting sucks. You got what you wanted then why the fuck are you getting pissed," he finished off
I scoff at his self centered statement. As handsome as he is I would never fall for this type of guys with full on attitude and assertiveness.
"Oh,you wish. I'll sue you for kissing me without consent. And I absolutely don't want any attention from a self centred narcissistic pervert like you so fuck off"
"You don't even know my name or do you? let alone sueing me?
"God please remove this annoying pervert from my life immediately, please" I said it in a tone that is just above a whisper and fall back to my pillow unable to sit for long. I feel tired and hungry.
The pervert reached for something beside me in the table and placed it before me in the table which is used to eat by the patients. He places a bowl full of soup with some boiled vegetables. That looked like it was homecooked. Did he cooked for me? or someone sent it for him?
"Here, Drink and eat everything, you'll feel better" he ordered.
"It's not drugged, is it?" I asked being cautious. A girl should look out for herself right!
He didn't reply, he slowly came near me. He stared at me funny and reached for the soup. and veggies and ate.
"Do I look drugged?" he asked after eating.
I shake my head in response.
"Then eat", he said in commanding tone.
I did as he said, I started digging in and Oh my fucking god. Even though it's just a soup and some vegetables, this is the best I have eaten so far for the past couple of months. Or even years maybe. It was so delicious that I started making happy sounds.
"Don't drink coffee hereafter, eat proper meals. Three times a day. And include iron rich foods in your diet. you are anaemic. Understand?" he eyed me.
I nodded. I know I didn't eat much for the past couple of days and that must be the reason for why I am here now.
"Do you want me to drop you off at your home?" he asked.
"I don't want a pervert to know my address, so no, thanks"
He stared at me for a second.
"Your phone is broken and the your keys and wallet are on your right side" he said with a neutral tone.
"Oh, it's broken to pieces" I eyed my crushed phone.
The handsome devil is now right beside me while I was busy checking my broken phone. I was startled with how close he was standing. He bent down. Our face only a mere iches. My body instinctively craved for his touch. Just when I thought he would kiss my lips, he moved upwards kissing my forehead. Feeling a disappointed at my own body for betraying me, I sighed.
"Happy New Year and reach home safe,Princess" he said and left the room before I could ask anything. For starters like what's his name?.
I sighed again. Just what is happening? Is this normal? Kissing and leaving without saying anything? That was my first kiss and I don't know the name of the person who is my first kiss. Damn. Atleast he is hot slouched into the the bed not wanting to deal with this all hoping it's all a dream. And something in me tells this will not be the end of us. Something in me said that we'll meet again. Or is it my wishful thinking?
JAYDEN
Arriving at Square Eight, my friends all eagerly looked at my face like I have grown two heads and need an explanation.
"So?" Harry one of my five friends asked.
I quirked my eyebrow.in response.
"Come on, spill. Why were you late and what are you upto?" asked Eric coming besides Harry.
"Personal work, fellas" I tried to shake it off.
"Oh, come on. We all knew you were heading here hours before Eric called you" Kai Ishikawa joined in questioning me.
"Leave him the fuck alone, let him chill for a bit" Zack came in for my rescue.
"Well, the losers will be given a dare. Either way Jayden will have to bear this torture. So Jay you better have this under control" Tristan my other best friend joined too.
"Fine" I mumbled and showed the pictures I took of us kissing.
"Thats the new year kiss with the time stamp" I added.
"Chick looks young, cute and innocent. Not your type Jay. Do you dare and hand that cute chic to me" Harry asked with a smug grin.
I wanted to stab his eyes and wipe the grin off that face.
"No" I replied.
"Why not" Eric added.
"I don't have a type and I don't share" I replied sternly.
"We all know you only fuck model like figures and You never claimed anyone before though" Harry whined.
"That's before her"
"Well, well someone is smitten by a girl", Kai teased.
"Enough bullying me, let's talk about you guys. Who kissed who and what's the plan for the rest of the night?"
Everyone drops the subject. We laughed, drank, talked and enjoyed for hours and got home the next day morning. And a thought of certain someone began to invade my mind since then. I regret not knowing who she actually is with no name or phone number. If only I could find something on her I would have her details in my finger tips by now.