I'm engaged to the Grim Reaper? Seriously?*Editing*

Chapter Fourteen

My head pounded roughly as I opened my eyes. I felt disoriented. My mouth was dry and scratchy. It was hard to choke down the bile stuck in my throat. I groaned in annoyance as I felt a draft. My body shivered as I pulled the blanket up to cover my revealing flesh. I looked to my side and growled.

The beautiful man from last night was laying beside me. He looked so peaceful in his sleep that I just wanted to puke. I glared at him for what seemed like hours.

I heard him chuckle husily. "Please stop glaring."

"Shut up." I snarled.

"I can see that your angry, but let's not be malice now. It wasn't that bad, now was it?" He asked, smirking.

I growled at him. "I've had better!"

He snickered and patted my head."Sure you have."

I slapped his hand away. He smirked at me. I couldn't let him see the truth. I honesty didn't even remember last night. I can't remember his touch or kiss. I don't remember any pain. Nothing. Nada. Zip! I mean, I know it happened. I feel the fucking after effects! I just don't remember him.

"Hello? Earth to Krystal!"

I snapped my eyes to him and glared. "What?"

"I asked if you were hungry." He seemed amused.

I was about to answer no, when my traitor stomach growled. I blushed in anger. The guy chuckled and rang a bell. A short, plumpy old maid scurried into the room.

"Yes, Master?"

"Please fetch Krystal some more suitable clothing. And have chef Marcos to prepare her some food." He said.

The maid nodded and rushed off. I glared as I got up. I walked to his bathroom. I quickly locked the door and ran to the shower. I fixed the water and jumped in. It was scorching hot. I scrubbed furiously at my body, trying to rid myself of his touch.

After a while, I shut off the water. I heard a knock at the door and growled. I wrapped a towel around my body. I opened the door and the maid scowled. She roughly pushed the clothes in my hands. I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I dressed quickly and got out.

I was led to the dining hall and sighed. Mr. No Name was already seated waiting for me. I sat on his right. The food was brought out. I looked at it, skeptically. It didn't look poisoned. He chuckled.

"Go ahead and eat. My was job was done last night. For now, you're just my guest." He mused.

I growled. " So now you think everything is going to be just fine? That were going to end up being best friends!?"

"Over time, perhaps."

"Like hell." I snapped.

"We'll see."

I rolled my eyes. I didn't even know this bastards name and he thought we were going to just get along!

"My name is Kegan. Kegan Ficklesworth." He muttered.

I couldn't help what happened next. It was just too much. I busted out laughing. I mean, honestly..Ficklesworth!! What kind of name was that?!

Kegan glared at me. I just continued to laugh quietly. I saw a hint of a blush hit his cheeks. And that just about did it. I doubled over in laughter. Tears were pricking at my eyes from how much I was laughing. I was barely aware of the three guards that walked in. Kegan looked at them, annoyed, as I kept having a laughing fit.

"It's not that funny!" He protested.

"I'm sorry, Kegan, but really. What kinda name is Ficklesworth?" I asked in between laughs.

"Shut up! It's my family's name."

"What a screwed up family." I chuckled.

Kegan growled and turned his attention to his guards. They were smirking at him. Kegan rolled his eyes. I had a goofy grin on my face.

Some things are just too funny to pass up.