Overthrown

Chapter 6

I feel a strong hand tighten around my neck as a pair of legs straddle my body holding me down. At first it felt like it was just another nightmare, but it seemed too real. Flickering my eyes open shocked to see Nikolai on top of me.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" His eyes black with anger glaring down at me. I try to speak but his grip was too tight that nothing comes out. I gesture towards my neck as I struggle to breathe. He loosens his grip, "SPEAK!" He shouts. Coughing as I try to take a breath; I'm able to stretch slightly under his large tattooed hand that encompasses my entire neck.

"Well, you know if you're going to choke me, you could at least take me to dinner first." I sarcastically choke out. He's puzzled by my response, surprised that I am not only unfazed by him choking me but cracking jokes. I use this chance to slide my arm back under my pillow and grab the gun I had taken from his waistband the previous night.

Pressing it into his stomach and clicking the safety off. "You know it'd be a shame if I had to kill you with your own gun. Especially since I went through all this trouble to save you." I chuckle as I smirk victoriously. He releases his grip and straightens up still straddling my waist; His muscular body towering over mine.

"Right you saved me. That's why I was drugged, in my boxers, and hand cuffed to your bed." He rolls off clearly uncomfortable and annoyed from his arm still being restrained to the headboard. I slide my body out from under his, the pistol still pointed at him as I stand up and finally get a good look at him awake for the first time.

Glancing down at the clock, it's five am and the sunrise is beginning to leak through the sheer curtains. I can feel his eyes scanning me, up and down, analyzing my body like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. "Wait? I know you! You're the fighter from the club. What did you do to me??"

I stroll to my closet, quickly snatching clothes off the rack and coming straight out. "What part of I saved you Nikolai, are you not getting? When I found you, you were already drugged. I cuffed you to the bed because I didn't want you to wake up and try to kill me." Laughing at the irony, I tug my jeans up my legs and then pull a sweater over my head. Tucking his pistol in my waistband before turning back to him glaring at me.

"How do you know who I am and who the fuck are you?" Clearly even more confused than before. "Well, obviously, you are going to be asking me a million questions and I'm gonna need coffee to deal with this shit. You must be hungry, you have been out for almost two days. Now, if I uncuff you, will you try and not kill me so you can eat?" Trying to show some sincerity in my voice.

He sat there for a minute searching my face, trying to figure out whether to trust me or not. He finally breaks the silence, "Where are my clothes?" I point to the garment bag hanging in the corner. "If I was a threat, do you really think I would have gotten your suit dry cleaned and then offered to cook you breakfast? Now chill the fuck out and I'll explain what happened." I carry the clothes over and lay them on the bed next to him.

His body relaxes slightly but clearly still tense. The anger begins to disappear as his forehead unwrinkles. Cautiously I crawl across him, reaching over his body, my face only inches from his as I unlock the cuffs. I half expect him to attack me again but surprisingly doesn't. He simply stares into my eyes as if he is searching for something, I can't help but gaze back. It was only then that I realized our eyes are oddly the same color, a mysterious blue grey. I can tell there is a lot going on behind his troubled eyes, so much more than I will ever know.

Climbing off the bed and taking a couple steps back as I awkwardly rub my neck. "I guess I'll leave you to get dressed, feel free to take a shower if you'd like. The kitchen is down the hall on the left. Please don't try and make a run for it. I am the only one who knows who tried to kill you." I warn while stepping out of the room.