☯ MY GOOD GIRL ☯ [ 18+ ]

[ scorpio ] UPDATED

ARIA POV

I woke up in a large bed, huge. It was cold and empty, with satin black sheets, I couldn't remember what had happened in the last couple of hours that got me here.

My heart was racing, I was petrified. The curtains were black and closed with very minimal furniture and decor, Ikea showrooms were more welcoming than this. It was so eery, but looked so expensive.

I shuddered and held myself close, on the edge of sobbing. I was scared and lonely, but somehow I felt a sense of familiarity under my goosebumps.

I looked in front of me and saw my reflection, the closet doors were giant mirrors, 7 or 8 feet tall. I looked a mess, my eyeliner had smudged from the deep sleep. I was in a black T-shirt which I definetly wasn't wearing earlier, plus, it had the scent of Max on it.

"Max." I whispered to myself.

I had put two and two together. He must have drugged me when I drank that fucking water. I was shaking as the anxiety in me took over. I thought I was beginning to trust him. I really shouldn't had got involved with him.

I was in a sticky situation. Do I go confront him and risk getting fucked over by some possible head case? Or stay and wait to see who comes in the room? Either way, I couldn't hear or see anyone, maybe I could sneak out?

"How could he." I rubbed my temples, realising when Sam and Cameron told me to stay away, they were serious.

Deep down, a part of me knew Max would never hurt me, but maybe I just thought he wouldn't. He was so protective over me so why would he do this? The fear of what would happen next had drifted from my train of thought as anger took its place.

"How dare he." I mumbled to myself as I threw the duvet off of me and strutted to the kitchen.

I didn't care if I was taking a huge risk, I was fucking fuming. Fight or flight, a bitch took fight everytime.

I knew where everything was as Max had given me a tour on facetime a few times before, that's how I knew where I was at. I stomped on the kitchen tiles, past the open plan living room and found the fridge.

Out of the corner of my eye, Max lingered.

He looked across at me as he was popping a piece of carrot in his mouth, he was cooking. Poor guy looked shocked that I had completely blanked him. Probably more shocked at the fact he had drugged me and I hadn't freaked out. I was smarter than that. I was going to freak out eventually.

I had a large frown on my face and didn't bother acknowledging Max, I opened the double fridge door and grabbed a water bottle. Ironic, I know.

I scoffed to myself, looking at it. He was on the other side of his kitchen island just staring at me. With a swift lift of my hand, I launched the bottle of Evian at him, it hit his chest with a thud. The bottle then bounced into the pan of whatever and a red sauce splashed everywhere.

I stood there, face like thunder, the anger radiating from my body as the t-shirt barely covered my arse.

Max looked down at the bottle as it hit the floor and back at me. He began to walk closer to me, achingly slowly.

"You can fuck right off." I said bluntly, pointing at him.

He came closer. "Take it easy." He advised me.

"You fucking drugged me you, cunt." I shouted in his face. He just watched in awe, he didn't seem like he was fazed.

"I have my reasons." Max said bluntly.