"Black looks good on you, Acacia"
My breath hitched as I gradually turned around only to see Damien leaning against the door, smirking at my lingerie-clad figure. His hands tucked deep inside his pockets, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. His thumb pl...
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Acacia Russell
I have a bad hunch.
I think I ducked up.
Firstly because I have a dreadful headache, secondly because I don't remember what happened at the bar after I got drunk. Lemme tell you something, I am a terrible, crybaby drunk, it's embarrassing.
I haven't even opened my eyes yet because I have no clue about my whereabouts. I hope it wasn't some creep who took me hostage and.. and you know, sold my body parts or something. Or does the kidnapper have a five strike rule which I mess up and he or she stabs me in the chest scooping my heart out and feeding it to Alfred, his pet puppy!? Ewwy, gross!
Daringly and at the speed of a turtle, I opened my left eye, only, and go to heck with my surroundings, I wanna see if I still have my feet, I love ma feet!
Fortunately, I had both feet but something exploded.
My head felt like crap! I can die right now with this amount of pain and pressure on my tiny head.
Casey, look around doofus, where are we?
Oh yes! Where am I!
I took in my surrounding, light beaming into my eyes, growing by every second, making me squint. A gush of cold wind hit my legs and arms making a wave of vibrations and shudders run down my body.
This is so not my room.. There are ceiling length, massive windows, black and grey walls, white sheer curtains, a tv on the wall parallel to the huge, bouncy bed. Am I in a millionaire's house by any chance?
Also, what time is it? Where is my phone and most importantly, where is the person responsible for my possible abduction?
I shook my head, grabbing the edge of the bed and getting up, standing onto the cold floor. Oh, my poor feetue...
I stopped looking around when my gaze stilled on the full-length mirror...
Casey, breathe darling...
Whose clothes am I in!!?
I was wearing a grey sweater and jeans, comfy and normal, who the hell had the audacity to put me in a man's black tee! Only!
Wait, please tell me I am pure and pristine, still? Noooooooooo!
"Ugh! What a disastrous turn my life took!" I dramatically sighed, bashing the black door open.
I knew the attire I was in, was highly inappropriate and revealing but I must face that shameless person.
"Hello!? Is anyone home?" I yelled as I paced around the assumable living room.
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