Love's a Game, Wanna Play? (Jonathan Toews)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

I take the pillow next to me and plop it on my face.

I need to get curtains so freaking bad.

This isn't working. I take the pillow off my face and slowly open my eyes.

I see the city's skyline. It is beautiful.

Wait a minute! I shouldn't being seeing the city's skyline!

I look down to this that this isn't my bed. I look up to see that I'm am not in my bedroom.

Where the hell am I?

I take the covers off of me.

This isn't my shirt.

I look down to see that I am wearing a mens size Chicago Bears shirt.

Did I have sex last night? What even happened last night.

I slowly creep out of the bed seeing that someone folded my dress and tights. I see my purse on the stack of clothes. Thank God! I open my purse to get my phone. My hand searches back and forth.

No phone. Crap.

I look around to see if there is anything in the room I can use as a weapon. Nothing.

I decide that I need to leave this room and find out what on earth is happening.

I slowly turn the knob on the door. Thankfully the door does not creek as I open it. I start to walk down a long hallway.

"Leah?" A voice calls out.

"Shit! Who is that?" I mutter.

"Leah? Are you up?" The voice asks again.

What did I do last night to get myself stuck in this position?

I whip my head back and forth to look for a hiding spot as I hear footsteps coming closer. Nowhere to hid.

"Oh you are up," The voice says.

I turn my head in the direction of the voice. It is Jonathan.

"Thank God!" I say running to Jonathan wrapping my arms around his waist. He is a little taken back at first then hugs me back.

"I thought you were some rapist or murder!" I tell him. I was seriously frightened.

Jonathan laughs.

"No, no it's just me," He chuckles.

I release my grip from him.

"Um, what am I doing here?" I ask scratching my head.

"Honestly I don't think you want to know," He says.

Jonathan starts walking and I follow him. We make our way into the living room and he sits on the couch. I join him, just in the opposite side.

"Just explain," I beg.

"Well, you called me at two in the morning saying certain things. You were drunk and I heard a man's voice in the background. So I found you can picked you up. I brought you back here and I basically put you too bed." Jonathan explains.

"Thank you," I say grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "It is nice to know someone wants to protect me,"

Jonathan gives me a reassuring smile.

I let go of his hand. I feel like we are having a really, really deep conversation right now.

"So you live here," I sigh realizing we have to talk about his career.