Chapter 7

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My eyes fluttered open and I groaned at the wet and sore feeling between my legs. Wait. Why was I sore? I shot up and looked around the now dark room, seeing that I was in my bed, where I originally fell asleep.

The dream I had came rushing back to me and I ran my fingers through my hair, baffled that I even dreamt of Damien when I had just met him today. Swinging my legs over the side of my bed, I stood up and immediately grabbed the pole on my bed when my knees buckled.

"Holy shit." I whispered, blood rushing to my head. I felt different, but I couldn't put my finger on it. My throat was parched, so I grabbed my water bottle and downed the entire thing, sighing with content as the cool water soothed it.

"Alice Joelle Simmons!" I snapped my head towards the door, raising my eyebrows at Eli's use of my full name. The door flung open and Eli stormed in, holding his bedsheets.

"Who did you fuck in my bed?" He asked, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked back, confused. He opened up his sheets and I blew out a stream of air when I saw wet marks and white stains on them.

"I'm talking about this." He responded, pointing to the stains. "Now, I'll ask again. Who did you fuck in my bed?" My dream popped into my head, but I shook it away. That's all it was. A dream.

"I didn't fuck anyone in your bed, Eli." I answered and he narrowed his eyes.

"Then how did these stains end up on my sheets because they sure weren't here this morning." Eli argued and I rolled my eyes, letting go of the pole to walk past him. He grabbed my arm, pulled me back and I yelped when he reached under my shirt, dragging his fingers across my slit.

"Eli!" I gasped, slapping his hand away, which came away wet. He held up his wet fingers and wiggled them, giving me a pointed look. I sighed and adjusted my shirt before answering. "I, um, I just had a dream, that's all. But I don't know how your sheets ended up like that, honest."

Eli's entire demeanor changed at my words. "You had a dream? Who was in it?" I frowned at his question.

"Why does it matter?" I asked, walking away from him again to put on a pair of panties. I grabbed the first one I found and slid them on, ignoring the look Eli was giving me.

"Answer the damn question, Alice." Eli snapped and I threw my hands up, exasperated.

"Fine! It was Damien, okay?! I had a dream I fucked your friend!" I yelled. "Happy?" Eli ran a hand down his face, scrubbing at his low cut facial hair for a second, and closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"Shit. I'm going fucking kill him." He mumbled, throwing me all the way off. I had a dream about Damien and Eli was mad at him?

"Wait, what?"

Eli ignored me and turned around, exiting my room. I followed suit, and I could literally feel the waves of anger flowing from him.

"Eli!" I called out, trying to keep up with him long strides. "Eli, can you hold on for a goddamn second?!" He whirled around suddenly, making me stumble into his chest and he backed me up against the wall, his normally blue eyes now a stormy black.

"I told him to stay away from you." He grabbed my arms with his hands, shaking me a bit. "I told you to stay away from him." I tried to shake off his hands, but he gripped me tightly. The anger that rolled off of him suffocated me and I moved my head to the side to breath.

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