Nights Like This

Chapter nineteen ||- drunk again

P.O.V
Angelina

When I opened my eyes, a migraine shot straight into my head. I couldn't even remember what happened last night. So far I can only remember drinking someone called 'Gin and Tonic' cocktail, and a 'Martini'.

Which didn't taste very good in my opinion.

I am also recall clearly meeting Viktor, maybe because I was drunk.

Lifting myself off the black sheets —huh— black?

I don't remember my bed sheets being black. Scanning the room with an lazy eye, I observed the difference between the two rooms.

The walls were painted grey instead of white, the floor had Porcelain tiles instead of Mariwasa, this clearly wasn't my room.

I got off the bed so fast that I almost fell on impact.

Looking down at my feet I saw it was bare, I was still wearing the same dress from last night only this at this point in time, I was wearing a shirt that was distinctly to big for me.

"What are you doing?" A voice behind me said.

I screamed. I didn't scream a, 'you scared me scream', I literally scream like someone was murdering me.

Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe I wasn't. But when you're in a room you don't know of, and someone comes up behind you and ask 'what are you doing?' Obviously I'm going to scream.

Turning around abruptly, I slapped my hand over my mouth.

When I finally made out the face that was standing in front of me, I said, "Nicolas?"

"You didn't have to scream svetlyak." Walking to his closest, he pulled out a dress shirt.

That's when I realized he was shirtless, he had just got out of the shower, and I can see his whole chest.

Water droplets clung to his inked skin, accentuating the intricate designs that adorned his arms and chest. It also showed his toned body, highlighting his defined abs. His hair, still damp, framed his face in a way that made him look effortlessly attractive.

And when his eyes met mine in the mirror, in front of him there was a flicker of amusement and a hint of awareness.

It was as if he knew the effect he had on me. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he smoothly slide on the shirt he grabbed earlier, effortlessly showcasing his muscular physique. It was a captivating sight, leaving me weirdly momentarily breathless.

I was completely jaw dropped, and I don't think I was supposed to be staring for so long. But I couldn't look away.

"You can stop staring now." Nicolas said coldly.

"I wasn't staring." I replaced looking away.

But trying to convince myself I wasn't staring, was like trying to convince a pig that it can fly.

"Right."

Then silence took over the room. I didn't know if I was supposed to leave. If I was supposed to start a conversation. I didn't know.

So o simply asked a question I didn't have an answer to.

"What happened?"

I mean clearly something happened. I was in Nicolas room for Christ sakes. I would never come here reluctantly.

"You got drunk, hit your head, I bought you up to my room, and you fell asleep, that's all." He replied coldly, as he tied his tie.

I hit my head? No wonder the back of my head hurt more.

Wait! He bought me up to his room? Why?

This has to be a trap or something, because no way in hell would Nicolas ever do that.

"Oh." Was all I managed to say. I didn't know if i was supposed to say 'thank you' or something else so I just took the easy way out.

More silence. So was I supposed to leave now.

"You talk a lot when your drunk." He coldly said.

"I do!" My awkward attempt of a smile dropped, "what did I say." I practically demanded.

I'm gonna start to freak out.

He made eye contact with me in the mirror again, and grinned at me.

"Nicolas." I said, "I'm serious! What did I say."

I've never been drunk before. But I saw a lot of people drunk and they end up saying the most weird shit ever that they forgot about the next morning.

And it's not funny. I need to know.

"You didn't say that much, other than telling me I was hot and stuff like that."

I looked at him in shock.

Me! Angelina Novikov. Said that! Ha ha. So funny.

That's impossible.

"You're lying." I said seriously.

"Why would I lie about that?" He finally turned away from the mirror and looked at me, "I won't lie about that svetlyak."

"Because..." I actually don't know.

He chuckled.

Oh my gosh he chuckled. I'm seeing a side of Nicolas I had never seen before. I never heard him laugh, he never joked, and of course I never saw him shirtless, but that's different.

"Go and get ready for breakfast Angelina." Was all he said before walking towards the door, but before he left he whispered ever so softly,

"Try not to get drunk again, because next time you might just end up in my bed for a completely different reason."

Then he left.

Holy fuck.

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Idk what im doing...
Oh yeah and I didn't re-read.

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