Y/N's P.O.V:
as my gaze stopped right in his face,
I examined his features right before I got heavily knocked out.
He exited the car,
opening my door.
"Come out now, hurry because I don't think you'd want to be known as the girl who vomited in my car" he warned.
But there was no answer from me,
no signal that I could even hear him.
He sighed,
huffing and puffing,
a sign of regret and irritation.
I mean...at least I got saved by a hot guy in the club.
"You've made me hate going to my father's own club" he gushed while sounding utterly annoyed.
He reached his arms out,
carrying me,
while making sure that he gets a good grip of me.
my hair flowed in the blowing wind,
a hot guy carrying a girl that just threw up in his tesla?
and also saving her from guys in the club?
what a story,
seems impossible.
everyone's eyes were on us,
I feel so bad for him carrying me while everyone is staring at him.
"Is there anything so amusing that everyone is staring at? don't fucking worry she's my girl" he announced as he lied to a whole crowd of people.
I was seriously screaming in my head,
I didn't know how to feel.
Creeped out,
or happy by the fact that he's just lying so that people don't think anything bad of it...
I still didn't know where we were going yet until...
"Hello sir, what room would you like? we ha-" before she even could continue and list the options of the hotel room types..
"Suite" h/n exclaimed
I could still hear everything even though I was knocked out,
but it felt like I was paralyzed.
"Oh my god! our master is carrying a girl?" h/n's men whispered to eachother in shock.
I heard them,
but I didn't mind.
But what exactly did they mean by master?
Is he the owner of the hotel or something?
To them it was abnormal and very out of the ordinary for their master to even pay attention to a girl, so even carrying one would blow their mind away.
while still carrying me in bridal style,
he started walking to the hotel room,
we made it to his room but he had to take out his card to swipe it so that we could get in.
My hands rested on his stomach as he carried me into the hotel room,
to be honest I never wanted him to put me down,
I felt bumpiness in his stomach,
I predicted it was his abs,
his abs and chest just gave me a feeling of safety you know?
He gently placed me onto the most comfiest bed I've ever lied in.
I could feel my heels being taken off,
I just hope that he doesn't damage them.
He lightly covered my body with the sheets on the bed,
keeping me warm.
He went away,
and suddenly I hear water noises,
specifically,
shower noises.
20 Minutes later
I feel his presence,
I think he finally got out.
I was in deep sleep,
actually I guess you could say in a deep knock out.
Does this man ever sleep?
I'm sure it was really late at night.
But I felt him looking out the window,
since the window was completely in opposite direction of me.
"Finally their getting all of her vomit out of my car" he muttered.
And that's when I knew in my mind that he was watching the cleaners from the window.
There was only one bed though....
where is he going to sleep?
even though he is very hot I wouldn't want him sleeping next to me.
But I never felt him in the same bed as me the whole entire night...
where did this man sleep?
I guess he slept on the couch..
The next morning
I yawned,
rubbing my eyes,
my headache was so bad that it felt like a migraine.
I hadn't fully woken up yet,
so when I did...
"OMG OMG where the hell am I? Liam where are you?" I shouted,
"Liam? it's h/n" this hot guy popped out while trying to introduce himself to me, while also being shirtless and a towel wrapped around his torso.
"AHHHH" my dumbass embarrassed myself again, shouting, while very quickly rotating my head in the other direction trying to avoid seeing him like that.
"No need to be over dramatic, you should be thanking me because you were very drunk and I was nice enough to bring you to my hotel room" he sassily teased.
"I-i thanks i guess..."
I leaped out of the bed,
quickly grabbing everything,
not even having the face to take time and put my heels back on.
I dashed out of the hotel room,
running to the elevator while barefoot.
"Omg what just happened I'm seriously so confused" I stuttered while my anxiety rose.
Finally getting out of the elevator,
I was able to take a breath,
calming myself down.
"How was your night?" someone dressed in all black with microphones in his ear asked me.
"Excuse me? MY night?" I was amazed,
I shoved my heels throwing them at him,
I was so mad.
I was beyond angry,
how could he say such a thing to a woman?
I ran out,
seeing a rotating door,
I just wanted to be out of this place.
And of course just before exiting,
I had to embarrass myself by hitting my head on the glass.
Just as I got out,
"Wait thi-this guy he's the one that gave me an umbrella, HOW DID I FORGET TO ASK HIM? Wait- I've also seen this guy somewhere else, OH RIGHT! near the bus station!!!!" I stated while being confused and trying to connect all of the points together.
Is this all a coincidence?
Of course not,
It can't be...
I must get myself out of here,
there is no way that this guy has good intentions...
he probably planned all of this.
I sprinted to the streets,
catching a bus just on time.
I have to avoid this man,
I will have to be very cautious,
I thought to myself.
I was heading home,
when all of a sudden I just realised that I had given my heels to a man...
Fuck.
I'm so dumb,
my reflexes are forcing me to do things that I don't want to.
I have to get them back somehow...
But I don't want to go back to that hotel!!
What should I do....?
Do you think that Y/N will come up with a solution to get her heels back? Will she still risk seeing h/n again just to get her heels?
Early readers please don't spoil this chapter!
Hello my lovelies,
Chapter 3 ends here, I hope you have enjoyed it.
Stay tuned for chapter 4!
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