The Thing Is Mine

Chapter One.

The adjustment my eyes made as I woke made my head spilled with such confusion and wonderment.

The room was far too big to be my room. The walls were white along with the floors and the furniture, but the bed was covered in silk red sheets, which was the only thing that were a different shade from white in here.

The pajama top I was wearing made my heart flutter like it was going to pop out my chest at any moment. It wasn't even a pajama top it was a men's shirt. The scent it let off was rich and spicy filling the room. My head started to throb with such ache from the proximity of alcohol I probably reached last night. But last night all seemed such a blur as I can't remember what occurred. It's like my memories have been erased.

Shaking the perception out of my mind, my heart still raced at a threatening speed. How did I get myself here? Surely if I was drunk I wouldn't of been able to handle walking or asking people for directions to where ever I am. Someone must have helped me, especially to get up here. My thoughts started to unravel and many questions stacked up in my mind.

The window in front of me let off a beautiful view of Manhattan, city lights twinkled in the fairest distance making them almost appear like stars. It was dark outside, the fog hovered over the buildings making it hard to see most of them. It was fascinating, never have I seen a birds-eye view of the city before, that's what it felt like I was seeing as the building I was in seemed to be much taller then any  of the others  around. The thought made me my stomach turn, I hate heights.

Getting out of the bed, the foam mattress shown the moulded sculpture of my body. The glass was cold to my feet instantly making a shiver run up my spine, ache gathered in both the heels. I hopped to the window, leaning on one of the pillars holding the ceiling I looked out as far as I could but everything started to disappear as the fog got thicker only the lights I could see.

Sliding down, my back against the cold block, my knees to my chest I started to get deep into my thoughts. Who would go out there way to bring me up here? Who would go out there way to change me? Or even have the decency to do such a thing? Who would let me sleep in one of the nicest, tallest buildings in Manhattan? Who?

The door opened the echo filling the rooms space. I didn't bother to turn or look who was there, I was too scared. To scared too even make eye contact with this person.

"There are some clothes there for you, get changed." The voice rang my ear drums, vibrating them making my body freeze. His tone was deep and in some way dangerously sexy. But I didn't bother to turn to the door or give him the doubt I was taking him on. How dare he trap me in the cage of white walls, I feel like rapunzel up here.

But he definitely wasn't my prince.

The vibe I was getting off this man was dangerous and way too dark, what was he a famous mobster or a killer?

My subconscious snarled at me. "Give me a break he probably is a soft, loving man with children, maybe even a wife." Shaking the voice out my head I replied quick before he left.

"Orders, I don't take them" my voice was shaky and fragile, but it was the truth and he didn't deserve my manners.

The door slammed shut making me jump and the tiny thousands of hairs on my arms stick up in a mili-second. He was rude, disrespectful. How the hell did I end up with this person. Anger built up inside me, not for him but for myself. I let myself get in such a mess I'm now trapped in this place. Trying to think positive I got changed, I wanted this shirt off.