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.
The clothes fitted perfectly, simple skinny black jeans and a black vest top. Rolling my eyes I headed out I didn't care about my hair or my face. This would be the last time I'll ever see this man. Ever.
Shy wasn't an option right now, I needed to get out this place. Stepping out into the corridor, the hall was long and full of doors I didn't know where to go or turn. I opened the door ahead of me, soon to realise this was a bedroom but standing in the corner was a tall man, Six foot proximately. His back muscles bulged out his skin, they almost looked like wings. His skin was tanned to an extent. His short, black hair was wet, droplets of water dripping down his back. The robe around his waist was low, too low. But I couldn't get my eyes too look away from the image in front of me, never have I ever been so intrigued in some ones back before but his was different. Taking a deeper look I saw scars at the side of his waist and top of his back, they looked barley new and healed quite well.
"Are you just going to stare or come in and help me get changed." His snarky comment made my blood boil. But keeping it cool was the best option in this Scenario.
"Nice to meet you to." I stood with my arms and legs crossed, not moving from my spot until I finally see his face. But he didn't bother to turn around no manners of respect shown inside this man. Just arrogance. But his voice made my insides turn and made my heart skip a thousand beats, easing the anger raging to burst.
"It's cheeky to stare, did you not know?" His knuckles crunched under his hand.
"It's cheeky to not tell me your name, nor introduce yourself to me, the girl you slept with last night." Confidence hit me like a truck, I am never usually this confident, my shyness seemed like it got erased with a quick click. The laughter he let off was loud too loud, I felt intimidated by him. Why was he laughing? What was so funny that made him laugh? What did I say?
"Darling I didn't sleep with you, I could of because you was intoxicated and it would of been easy, really easy. But I didn't." A Hint of me felt disappointed, let down and I didn't know why, maybe because how gorgeous this man was it wouldn't of been bad after all. Shrugging the feeling off I was about to turn and head out.
"The kitchen and living room are straight up the hall. Grab what you want." Storming out, I didn't bother to close the door but before I could even turn I fell, head first into the carpet tripping over my own two feet. Being splat on the carpet I felt my face flush with such embarrassment. I could imagine myself and my image right now. But before I could stand and scramble to my feet I saw him coming towards me at a fast paste.
Oh god.
"Come here." His hand was a gesture of kindness and I took the pleasant manner. For once he wasn't disrespectful or rude. Slapping my hand in his I felt a shock move fast through one hand to another, feeling like I just had a electric shock I let go instantly. Scrambling to my two left feet I shake off and look at him.
His jaw was clenched tight and was sharp almost like it could kill you. I travelled upwards from his chin to his forehead examining him deeply. His lips were big and plumy, but his eyes were the most important part of him all. The sea blue color began to change, his pupils enlarged and they started to turn almost a dark grey. In almost a split second his expression changed. He looked confused.
I looked down in a instant no way was I letting him see how embarrassed I am.
"You can go now, go to the kitchen do whatever you want." He almost sounded hurt, and like he wanted to cry. But that's probably me over reacting, it was only a shock.
Turning I headed straight to the kitchen without saying another word to him. What was I supposed to say?
Did you feel that too?
He probably would think I'm crazy.
The kitchen was as big as my whole apartment, white walls and furniture again. It was spotless and I was famished. Opening the fridge fruit on fruit covered half of the storage.
Fan of his fruit I guess, Obviously he is a healthy man. Meeting him really turned my appetite upside down, so I just waited until he came to escort me out, like any man with manners would.
This would test if he had any in him.
With my patience getting lower I decide to head out to the elevator guessing this was my only way out, I wait patiently for the doors to ping open. Obviously he didn't have that many manners as he didn't come out to me. But before I could step foot out this place, the doors opened to reveal a young looking man, mid 20's was my guess, his chubby face made his other features smaller, his eyes where small and dark, his long black hair all tatty and scruffy looking. He looked evil. He wasn't a person you wanted to get in some kind of trouble with unless he would chop you up into little pieces.
"Hey stranger." His voice was rough and croaky. Winking at me he walked past letting the stench of alcohol off his clothes gather around me. Fascinated I watched him slop to the kitchen grabbing something to eat. He reached up to the top cupboard letting off a site of his toned stomach as his shirt raised all I could see was tattoos. He was attractive, very.
"Names Diego." Coming out the kitchen he headed to the hall and then disappeared into one of the rooms. He was a very attractive male but if I saw both of them together I might have a heart failure. So shrugging the disappointment off I headed back to the elevator letting it ping I waited.
"Wait! No no no." Turning around I looked at the sight in front of me the two men charging at me made me scream in shock. Moving back I felt my self steer to the back of the couch my legs touching so I couldn't go any further.
Making them stop they looked at me in confusion. Both in suits now changed they looked like high business men and more attractive then they both did before.
"What are you screaming for." Rolling his eyes he huffed and stepped towards me. With Diego staying foot he let out a loud sigh like he just ran twenty mile. The doors pinged open on the elevator,with everything silent we all turned to look at my only way to escape this place.
From these two.
"You can't go not yet."
"Why not? Thank you for helping me but I want to get home." Giving him a small side smile I try push past him but he grabs my arm tight enough to see my skin going white around his fingers.
"Get off me." Trying to tug my way out his touch, he tightens further.
"Your hurting me!" My arm felt numb he just kept getting tighter to the point were I couldn't move.
"Listen lady, you need to help me that's why I saved your ass unless I probably would of let you get into any kind of mess you was getting your self into last night, I don't really care about your safety it's the information I need off you that's important so let's sit and discuss then I will let you leave." His tone of voice was getting more tensed and aggressive by the minute,with his hand still clutched around my arm the pain I could not feel anymore, looking in his eyes I knew he was desperate for what ever information I was holding but my mind was blank, blanker then a piece of paper.
"Let go of me." My hushed voice made him release quickly. Looking down his hand print appeared around my arm, no doubt a bruise will be visible in the morning. Rolling my eyes I stood and straightened my self.
I didn't look at him I just sat gracefully on the couch waiting for him to join, seconds later they both was in front of me, the tension raised making me shuffle and look away.
"So what was the information you are so desperate for?" Not looking at them I began fiddling with my hands with nervousness.
"I need you to tell me about Vince vandero." Hearing that name again made my heart drop and my face fall, looking up I knew that I couldn't hide the fact I know this man, no one could....