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Chapter 7 - Crashing Deeper

The heat from the noon sun finally put a frown on his face. Tay pulls his head to the left, hoping to find shade but his back now feels the burn.

Frowning and still half asleep, he made his way to the window, wanting to pull his curtain. Instead he bumps into something which should not have been there. His feet are also on something fluffy. Opening his eyes, he jumps a little when he realizes he is in an unfamiliar room and backs his step until he reaches the bed. He stays there, holding his temple.

"You're finally up..."

Tay finally hears a familiar voice. "Urgh..."

"Come, I've made you lunch." The butler calls but Tay is still confused. "Where am I?"

"Your new apartment. From your grandmother." The man replies monotonously. It answered his question, but that isn't enough. Why is he in his apartment? And isn't he supposed to live on campus? He is sure he got the key to his room-

"You should eat." Chris' voice cuts him from his thoughts. Tay shakes his head, to clear his muffled thoughts. He then turned to look at the butler cum bodyguard, here for whatever reason. Why is he here again? "Got it...What's your name again?"

"Just call me Chris." Again, the monotonous tone. His life must be boring.

"What time is it?" Tay keeps his hold on his temple, his head is throbbing. Did he drink last night? This does feel like a hangover... "How long did I sleep?"

"It's 12:30. Come, I'll explain as you eat."

"Explain what?" The door closes, leaving him hanging. Hearing his stomach growl as if on cue, the young alpha lazily gets out of bed and the room. He finds the dining table at once - a counter top, and takes a seat, looking around the medium-sized apartment.

Surprised.

He expected his grandmother to at least give him a larger one, not that he hates it. It just came as a surprise, knowing how she likes to spend money on him since she didn't get to spend time with him due to his leave to Netherlands when he was little.

Tay takes a deep breath, loving the smell of what is being prepared. He doesn't feel very good, so he is thankful that lunch is chicken soup, rice and some side dishes. "Explain what?" He repeats the question again, lazily while munching, not bothering to look at the man standing in front of him.

"You've been asleep for more than a week."

"Wait what? Why?" A week?! That is physically impossible!

"You had a really high fever," the man replies calmly, "I didn't tell your family, as requested."

"What request?" Tay frowns. What happened to him? Why did he ask Chris to keep it a secret? Why did he have a high fever?

Instead of answering his question, Chris continues sternly, "And, I highly recommend you not going to the west district of the city. I will not be here to help you if anything happens again."

Irking him.

Tay stops eating and looks at the man in the eyes. He is getting annoyed. "What request? And what happened? I need answers."

"You told me to keep what happened that night a secret from your grandmother."

"And what happened that night?"

"You don't remember?" Chris inquires, his voice still void of any emotions. To the stupid question, Tay only closes his eyes. Of course he didn't remember! Would he even ask if he did?? "I remember hanging out at the bar after the registration. That's about it."

"What else do you remember?"

"Why is that important?" Tay is trying his best not to snap. He needs answers, not more questions. Why is that so hard? Just answer his damn questions!