PURCHASED HIS (IMMERGED HIS BOOK SERIES #2)

2. The short trailer

MAYA

The puke was dripping from my pants to my feet, my eyes scrunched together while my nose was in a dumpster.

"Damn!!" But then the man screamed, I flinched, my shoulders coming closer to my face, my eyes more crunched. Along with my hand tightly gripping the sling bag. He stood, when he saw my face, less drunk looking, "Oh my god! I am so sorry!" He instantly apologized but I was scared right now.

First of all a drunk man, shouting and bigger then me. And more powerful then me. Yeah, I should get away from his body. While he was rubbing his head, I started to slide slowly but he grabbed my forearm. Please my leg is already stinking from the puke. Let me go! I begged in my head. When he his eyes settled up at me, "You can't go around with mouth shit on you.  I'm sober now, since the materials are out. Let me help you?" He decisively asked me. And it didn't took me minute to shook my head.

"No thanks! I'm okay. I will figure it out." I wanted to run away from drunk and stinking man. Probably looking harmful.

"Look, I have this room in the Hotel. You can just change and wash-"

"No! NO! Like no."

"Not like that-"

"Its okay, its okay. I will look after it myself." I was very very nervous right now. Just someone get me out of here. "I'll wash it the bathroom." I tried to make an excuse, even when I knew that I am not going inside, with vomit on me.

"They'll not let you in, with jeans. It's a rule of the club." He shaked his head, and ended up shaking himself, he was still not sober.

"I am soo...okay! Trust me-" I sipped my lips together, nodding repeatedly.

"Look, I promise I won't lay a finger on you. Let me help you?"  He was understanding my position. But no! I won't go to a hotel room with a drunk stranger.

"Your whole hand is on me." I reminded him, that he was still holding my arm.
But he took it away the next second, apologizing.

"Alright. Your decision." He said, wobbling walking away from me, but before he could take more then two steps a woman came running from the door. "Shivaye!?" She looked at him, he pivoting to look at her, his hands ran towards her shoulder, "Thank god I met you here!!" He overjoyed, "I puked on this woman and she is not going to my hotel room above to change." He explained, the woman looking at me with pity, "Insecurity, you know!" He made invisible circles in air with his hand. "Help her please." He said, patting her shoulders.

"Okay! Okay! Look. You go to room. I will take her too." She emphasized on each word. He nodding, started to walk again inside.

"I am so sorry about that. My friend is out of hands when he drinks." She explained to me. "Let me show you, and give you a change of clothes. I have some extra pair." She was apologetically insisting, so I couldn't deny.

"Okay, thanks." I said to her, when she started to walk inside gesturing me to follow her.

I did so as she said, passing from the kitchen passage, we hopped on elevator, riding on top floor.

"Why were you here?" She asked breaking the silence. "For dinner or club?" She queried.

"I was here for the club with my friends. They went inside, and I couldn't because of eye denims, so! Was waiting for my friend to get me out. But considering the time, seems like she ditched me." I explained when she gave a understanding nod.

The elevator door opened she walking out I following her. It was the top floor. And only one door. It was the biggest suite.

The door was opened with the guy lying down on the couch in drawing area, more like passed out. She went inside, extending her hand in left, "There is bathroom. I'll get a change of cloth from my room." She explained, wait. Is she living me here alone?

Before I could stop, she went out again. Taking the stairs. I turned to look at the practically dead man on couch.

Let's just change fast and leave. The layer is drying on my skin.

I went inside the bathroom. When pressing the tap, the water flow began. I inserted my leg under the cold water, half my pants below the knees were all wet as the water kept falling, the layer was leaving my skin and my pants.

I don't want to notice, but it had chicken bits. Shit!

All the layer was finally gone. When I took the dryer and started to blow dry it. I'd just leave with this. I'm not gonna borrow some random women's clothes.

The wet pants were now starting to dry off, yeah, its better now.

After few minutes of blow dry, the pants were partially visible that they were wet. Sighing with relief, I slowly with light steps walked out of the bathroom, when I found the man sitting right now. He was lying on the couch's back support and his phone was ringing in his hand.

I tiptoed to get out of the room, when he sat awake, I froze in my place. I can feel his eyes on me. And then him picking up the call. I didn't wanted to hear, so again began my tip toeing.

"Yes?" He said, when nothing was audible from other side.

I'm not trying to listen. But I can't stop my ears.

"What!?" He shouted loudly, back to his senses, standing tall. When my tip toeing stopped again. I slowly turned to look at him, "What do you mean? She ran away? How can you let something like this happen?!" His loud voice was deafening, my souls shrinking, while my, my body crumbling together with my senses scared.

And suddenly a loud shattering occured in the room, by the vase that crossed from front my eyes. Making me more lost in fear.

My eyes settled on the white flooring.

"OH My god!" He again started to sound concerned, when he his steps approached towards me, my steps falling back. "I am so sorry! I wasn't hitting you. I was angry and I just throwed the first thing in my hand. I'm sorry!" He started to explain. When I turned my face and started to run away from the room.