White.
My eyes watered as they adjusted to the bright light that engulfed the room. I looked around - where was I... I didn't remember going home this certainly wasn't my apartment. I stared in envy at the high walls, they were a gorgeous off white color with coving and an extravagant ceiling rose in the middle of the room. Home to the most gorgeous chandelier I had ever laid eyes on. There were 3 doors in the room all cream colored with golden knobs. I stretched my neck, cradling it in my arm as I sat up, my vision spinning in response to the rapid movment. ?"
"Deep breaths Miyah," I whispered to myself.
I slowly got up from the bed, I stroked the linen pillowcases. Slowly, I walked to the large floor to ceiling window, the sun shone brightly basking the room in a golden glow. The most amazing view of Oak-Wood I have ever seen in my life greeted me I quickly unlatched the window and pulled it up. God even the windows are calling me poor. I breathed in the crisp dawn air. Suddenly. I realised how high up we were.
"God, I'm going to throw up." I clamped my hand to my mouth.
"I fucking hope not."
I spun around now face to face with him, the guy I bumped into last night. Suddenly memories came crashing back to me I remembered it all. The party. The car. My dress! I looked down. My dress? I was in a short silk slip. I looked up at him. Jonah Knight, he towered over me his tatooed biceps tensing as he crossed his arms over his chest. His hair was a deep black and it was dripping wet, it framed his perfectly angled face. He glared down at me his gorgeous gray-blue eyes burning into my soul. My eyes once again betrayed me as they trailed down to his chest. He was wearing nothing but a towel, his v was deep and left little to the imagination...I felt my ears and cheeks heat up.
"Are you just going to keep staring or...?" He asked coldly.
"No, I... I'm sorry."
He tensed his jaw. It's almost like everything I did deeply annoyed and disturbed him.
"I ordered breakfast for you. Downstairs."
"Oh...thank you..." I broke eye contact with him, why did I have to be so anti social. "Also do yo-"
He spun around and slammed the door behind him.
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Jonahs POV.
I rolled my eyes. Just like Jordan to get me into this shit. I closed my room door and got my phone from my nightstand.
"Hello,"
"Hey J what's up?"
"What the fuck do you mean. You bring some roofied bitch to my apartment and give me the job of babysitting her."
"Woah. Hang on, first off I didn't roofie her. second of all, you insisted that I bring her to yours."
"I was fucking drunk I would've agreed to fuck the Pope." I hung up.
I threw on a hoodie and shorts and made my way downstiars.
There she was sat at the breakfast bar, swivelling on the chair. I walked into the kitchen and poured myself some whiskey on the rocks. I turned around to face her. She was digging into the food I got her, she actually looks okay. I might aswell have some fun while she's here.
"So..."
She looked up at me - her gorgeous brown eyes glittering with naivety.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I ask slyly, scanning her face for a reaction.
"N-no, I don't..." She blushes
"Figures. Well, I'm heading out - you should be gone when I come back." I push my glass in-front of her and turn towards the door.
