Zack's POV
Where the fuck am I?
Scared to move, I look around the unfamiliar room.
Well, I'm still wearing jeans, but no shirt. Which is confusing.
Sighing, I stare up at the ceiling. It's been a long time since I woke up in a stranger's room after a night out. I mean, the mattress is really fucking comfy, so I guess I don't mind.
Rolling onto my side, deciding I'll just go back to sleep.
Closing my eyes, I bury my head in the pillow.
The pillow smells nice. It smells like-
My eyes snap open.
I sit up immediately.
No.
No no no I'm not here.
Fucking fuck!
Getting out of the nice, warm, comfy mattress that's better classified as a cloud, I look around panicked.
The fucker took my shoes!
And my fucking shirt!
Spotting my black shirt, I pick it up.
I drop it immediately when I notice vomit.
That's what he gets for kidnapping me. Asshole.
I spot my shoes beside my shirt, and I quickly shove them on my feet.
Walking over to what I think is the door, I open it and see a closet. Well, I sure as hell ain't walking out of here shirtless. I grab a white shirt and throw it on. It goes down to my upper thigh, and the sleeves fucking reach my elbows. Stupid tall asshole who wears baggy clothes.
Walking out of the closet, I open the other door and find a fucking bathroom. How the hell do I leave this place!?
Spotting the last door, I know it's the exit. Grabbing the handle, I'm about to leave when I realise something.
Where the fuck is my phone?
Sighing, I decide to cut my losses and focus on my main goal; escaping.
I open the door.
Freedom awaits.
I'm so close.
Im so close to being free.
To leaving this prison.
Only my dreams are crushed as well as my hope of escaping when I see the fucker himself standing on the opposite side of the door, his lips spread into his usual smirk.
"Leaving so soon?" He asks, tilting his head to the side while he shoves his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants.
Fucking hell did this guy look hot. In comparison to his usual all-black suit, sweats and a white shirt was definitely a change. But a good one. A delicious one even.
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