Bedtime Misery

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I groaned in my pillow, "stupid man," and bumped my head against the soft material a few times. We had been back from the event for a few hours now, but I was too restless to go to bed.

Because you're mine.

"Who the hell does he think he is and who even says that these days?" I threw my hands in the air including the pillow and fell back into my bed.

My hands lightly pressed the points on my neck of which he had touched, the heat arising to my cheeks as I recollected the journey in the car. Why did he change his attitude so quickly?

One minute he wanted nothing to do with me, pretty much ignoring that I existed apart from making his food and what not and then the next Mr. hotshot over there is pretty much trying to pounce on me.

I shivered and wrapped myself in the warm blanket, trying to find some peace in the beating heart of mine, though that peace never lasted for there was a rather large knock on the door.

"Come in," I got up and sat on the bed, not realising how much of a mess my hair was in - story of my life.

I wanted to hide under my blankets when the sight of Darius' hair caught my line of vision as he sauntered in. He was in his night clothes, wearing a dare I say tight black vest with matching jogging bottoms. It was kinda weird seeing him like that, every time I saw him he was always in his suit.

"Eyes up here," he playfully mentioned.

I gulped and inwardly cursed, remembering the encounter in the car, after all here I was alone with a strange (handsome) man in my bedroom.

"Is there something you needed?" I asked, clutching the blanket to my face.

"Not exactly, though I wanted to know something." He shoved his hands in his pockets and casually walked towards me, all the while my heart was beginning to beat. I was afraid it might jump out of my chest, gosh what was this man doing to me and by what just standing in front of me.

I bit down on my lip, well you'd probably do the same if a six foot whatever guy was towering over you, wet dishevelled hair and showcasing his fine body.

I sighed.

"Am I boring you already?" He smirked, I felt the bed sink in as he sat down, pushing his weight.

"No, what is it?" I blinked and looked at him wide eyed as he stared at me with a small smile.

"I knew your hair had a mind of its own, but," he started to chuckle, "it's certainly gone elsewhere."

"W-what!" I patted my hair only to feel it in a disarray. I blushed in embarrassment and quickly tied it in a high bun, though I was sure I looked even mad than before.

"Relax, I was only joking."

I widened my eyes. "Excuse me? Are you okay, you're not unwell are you?" I leaned forward and placed a hand on his forehead, it was warm and his tanned skin felt quite smoothed. I felt a few creases under my hand and gasped.

"Sorry, I just- it's- only . . . " I stuttered and clutched hold of the fuzzy material of my pyjamas, only to see him wriggle his brows in amusement.

"Why stop there?" He tilted his head and ruffled his hair back.

I gulped, "I-er, it's just that you don't normally joke and when you do . . ."

I moved back and went behind the refuge of my covers once again, chewing on the inside of my mouth as I peered through my fringe nervously at his haughty manner.

"When I do what . . ?" He inclined his body towards me, leaning his weight over his large hand.

"Nothing," I shook my head and raised the covers up my neck, "so anyway," I mumbled through the blanket, "what did you want to ask?"

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