My eyes fluttered open, as I looked around, not recognising where I was. The bed I was in was ridiculously comfy, I literally sank into the pillows. I was wearing someone else's shirt, as panic struck through me. I then realised someone had their arm draped across me as I rolled over to be met by Liam smirking back at me. He was shirtless, as he lay next to me.
"What's going on?" I frowned, not having a single memory of last night.
"Your drink was spiked last night. I brought you back to my house being the gentleman that I am." He chuckled, his tattooed arm still draped across me.
"So nothing happened between us?" I clarified.
"Pretty much nothing." He smirked. "Why? You worried we slept with each other last night." He grinned.
"Please, even in my drunkest state, I wouldn't sleep with you." I scoffed.
"Sorry little miss virgin." He chuckled.
"What did you just call me?" I said.
"Well I figured that was the reason why." He smirked.
"I'm not having this discussion with you." I said rolling my eyes.
"If you hated me as much as you say you do, then why are you still laying in my bed with me?" He grinned.
"Because your bed is comfy." I said. He chuckled, placing the hand under the covers on my waist, pulling me closer to him. His other hand tucked a stray hair out of my face before he smirked and cupped my cheek with his hand.
"You're blushing again, sweetheart." He chuckled, caressing my cheek as I tried not to lean into his touch. I blushed more when he said that, as I tried to hide my face in the pillow but his hand wouldn't let me. "You know, you look hot wearing my shirt." He smirked.
"Hang on, did you change me last night?" I said.
"Yeah, well your drunken ass wouldn't have managed to." He smirked.
"F*cking pervert." I said rolling my eyes.
"Relax I didn't look...much." He grinned, tightening his grip on my waist as I glared at him. "Why won't you let me kiss you?" He asked abruptly.
"Because...you're you." I scoffed. "I hate you remember?" I smirked.
"Yeah, you really hate me." He said rolling his eyes, "That's why you're still here, because you 'hate' me?" He chuckled.
"I do hate you." I smirked immaturely.
"That's a shame, princess." He chuckled, leaning in to my ear, "Because I rather like you, Arzaylea." He whispered, as I almost felt a jolt of electricity from the way my name rolled off his tongue. Suddenly whilst I was in too much shock from what he said, he leaned in, pressing his lips to my neck instead. Next thing I knew, he rolled me over so I was lying on my back, as he hovered over me, kissing my neck harder but I felt helpless, like I couldn't stop him.
"If you hated me, you could just say stop." He whispered in my ear. Instead, I pushed him away from me, words unable to come out of my mouth. "I never heard a stop." He smirked, still straddling me, but sat up now.
"I don't have time for whatever you're trying to do." I said.
"It's a Sunday, even you don't work on a Sunday." He smirked.
"I'm not getting distracted." I said rolling my eyes.
"Oh so I'm a distraction?" He smirked, leaning down so our lips were almost touching.
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How To Take Down The Billionaire
General FictionHe's arrogant. She's not. He's controlling. She's stubborn. He's made CEO. She's not. He is rich. She is smart. He likes her. She hates him. So what can Arzaylea do? Simple, she needs to take down the competition, or in this case, Take Down The B...