Hiding something?

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My head throbbed. I remember dribs and drabs of last night- walking out the bar then seeing some very unpleasant guys, Elias picking us up, me throwing up and him holding my hair. WAIT, no no no no no.

What else could of happened, I will never hear the end of this, knowing him, he will tease me till I leave.

Ellie was up and smiling hugely whilst talking with Lisa. She never got the headaches after drinking, lucky bitch.

"Did you girls have fun last night, Elias told me you went to that nice restaurant down the street" thank god for Elias's lie.

"Yes it was lovely, great food"

"That's good to hear, so I'm really sorry but I've been called with Marco out for a work thing in Paris and We will be gone a few weeks, will you manage Calista?"

I hid my excitement. I wouldn't have to pretend to be here for educational reasons, not that I already was.

"Yes of course, I hope you have a safe trip"

She smiled at me.

"Elias is here as you know and I'm sure he will help you with whatever you need"

I internally disagreed.

"Yes I'm sure"

***

After Marco and Lisa had left on whatever business trip they were attending, I immediately went back to bed, this hangover could only be cured by sleep.

Ellie had gone back to the house she was staying at, and I climbed into the soft sheets.
Closing my eyes and drifting into a headache free dream.

I awoke from the sound of the front door opening, and footsteps up the stairs. My nerves immediately picked up. But the steps turned into the bathroom and my curiosity got the better of me.

Tiptoeing out of bed I saw the bathroom door was ajar, and the handle was painted in crimson- blood.

I pushed the door open and Elias stared back at me through the mirror, he had blood dripping down his face and to accompany that his knuckles were torn and bleeding.

"What happened" I walked to him, and held his face my hands either side, I examined his injuries, a deepish cut lay present next to his left eye, blood dripped down to his neck.

"It's nothing" he turned away and grabbed a towel.

I took the towel before he could protest.

"Sit" I said
Even with him sitting he still towered over my 5'3 self.

"This is reminding me off last night"
He smirked

"We're not talking about last night, what happened Elias"

He closed his eyes.

"You almost seem worried for me"

I pressed slightly harder on his cut making him wince. He grabbed my wrist.

"You don't want to know" he said quietly, emotionless.

That was weird. What was he hiding, I carried on cleaning his cuts, humming the tune to pretty woman.

"What is that tune?" He stared at me with curious fascination.

"Its from pretty woman, you've seen it right?"

I stared at his blue eyes, he didn't seem to know what I was talking about.

"What! You've never seen it"

Of course mr tough boy hasn't seen pretty woman, predictable.

"I don't watch films"

My laugh filled the small bathroom.

"Bullshit, we're watching it, let's go, and btw who doesn't watch films"

I pulled his wrist making him stand up. Surprisingly he did follow me, all the way to the sofa which stood in front of their massive tv.

I took the remote and attempted navigating the french channels.

"Pass it to me" he snatched the remote out of my hand.

"Rude"

He flicked onto movies and typed in pretty woman. There it was. Julia roberts appeared on the cover and he clicked play.

During the film I caught him multiple times staring at me, his lips curved into a smile. He would critic the movie every 10 minutes feeling satisfied with the annoyance that I fed him. Towards the end of the movie, the distance between us was dangerously small, my legs curved up onto the sofa, my knees ever so slightly brushing his thigh, the fabric that restrained us, being my black joggers and his matching grey ones.

"You have a weird taste in films" he said

"How would you know if you never watch them"

He threw a pillow at me.

"Because that is the exact reason I don't watch them"

I went to grab the pillow he had just chucked at me, but he grabbed my wrist and hauled me onto his lap.

"I've wanted to do this the day you arrived" he whispered against my neck.

Then his lips crashed on mine, his taste ignited me, minty and seductive. It wasn't a delicate kiss, it was hungry, desperate. His hand gripped my hair, pulling it back to expose my neck, he kissed my jawline then further down, nipping at the skin, edging down towards my collarbone and stopping where my shirt started. I pulled his face back to my mouth, craving the feel of his lips, his tongue brushed mine. I was losing control, I had to put a stop to this before it went too far.

"Wait" my hands were pressed against his chest.

I climbed off his lap and stood above him.

He was smirking again. "Sorry about that Calista sweetheart"

Then he walked back up the stairs, I heard his door shut.

Well okay? what just happened. My breaths were still coming quick matching my racing heart, I picked my phone out of my pocket and texted Ellie.

Me: meet me here at 12:00 tomorrow
Ellie: done

A/N: OUR FIRST STEAMY SCENE, WHAT DID YOU THINK?
Also I know this chapter is short but I've had to catch up on loads of school work, and plus I don't even know if anyone is reading this so ya. Peace ❤️

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