Thalassic Love (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Fifteen

Vixen

When I wake up, the first question that crosses my mind is the fact that I'm in a room that I don't recognize. Well, it's not just any room. It's a suite.

I sit up on the king-sized bed, underneath the white duvet. I haven't slept in a bed this big since before I arrived on The Sounding Siren. There's a leather couch in the corner with a glass coffee table in front of it. The walls that surround me are a bright white, besides the single, black accent wall behind the bed. The floors are marbled for the most part, despite two black rugs— one under the bed and the other under the couch. There's also a silver chandelier dangling in the middle of the room. From the bed, I notice a private deck with a small jacuzzi. This suite would easily cost thousands a night.

But where the fuck am I?

When I finally hop out of the unrecognizable bed, I realize I'm not even sporting my own clothes. Well, that's concerning.

And that's when the hangover headache tells me it's here.

I can remember fragments of last night. I do remember heading to the crew bar by myself and inhaling too many dirty martinis and vodka sodas to count. Maybe I should cool it on the alcohol from now on. It'll keep me from waking up in stranger's beds in their luxurious suites.

Before I do any more snooping, I trot over to the bathroom in hopes of finding some sort of pain killers. The extremely bright, white lights inside it aren't helping my head. There's a full sized tub— not the postage stamp-sized shower in my cabin. Next to the bath are two sinks and a view of the endless sea. The sun reflects off the blue ocean. I haven't taken much time to admire the views as I've been working almost nonstop.

Eventually, after gazing at the ocean, I rummage through the bathroom cabinet to find a container of pills. The bottle says it's mainly for headaches, so I pour two of the clear blue pills out onto my hand. After putting the bottle back into the cabinet, I toss the pills into my mouth, turn on one of the sinks, and cup my hands under the spout to get some water then drink it.

I quickly use the toilet before going back to investigating.

God, this hangover is something awful.

Whoever it is, they left their phone on the coffee table. Out of pure nosiness, I pick it up and plop down on the couch. I hope they don't come back to me scrolling through their personal device.

When the phone lights up, my heart falls to the pit of my stomach. The lock screen is a picture of Harrison and one of his men. If I didn't know any better, I'd think it was a picture with his father or grandpa. He definitely has type. There are missed texts from a Rodger and a Martin— I have a pretty good guess on who they are.

I try swiping up to unlock the phone, but there's a passcode. Whatever.

After putting it back on the table, I start processing what's going on. Firstly, I have a suspicion that the outfit I'm wearing is his. I'm not sure how I got it, but it's not mine. And how did I get here— in his suite? And where is he?

If he hasn't returned by now, then I assume he's abandoned me. I understand if he wanted to avoid any awkwardness of me being in his room. Though, I'm worried we did something we both regret. I'm in his clothes and I woke up in his bed after all. Did I sleep with Harrison Wallace? Why am I not upset at the fact that it could be a possibility?

Despite wanting to stay to confront Harrison, I decide it's best to go about my day. This is one of those rare moments I have off. I should take advantage of that.

The first place I go after leaving Harrison's suite is the sauna inside the crew gym. Thank God I only work this evening. I'm hoping the heat will help sweat out this hangover before my shift. It's worth a shot at least.

In the locker room, I change out of my- Harrison's clothes and wrap a towel around my waist. I keep my briefs on because I would like to not flash anyone if the sauna is occupied. There wasn't anyone in the gym as it's barely 7 a.m., and I'm sure the majority of crew members are either working or still sleeping. I hope I have the room to myself.

When I open the door to the sauna, the steam immediately engulfs me— making my view hazy for a moment. Though, I already see another shirtless being sitting on the wooden bench in the right corner. I decide to go for the left side of the room.

Then, as my vision gets clearer, I see my company is none other than Harrison— so much for relaxing. His blue eyes meet mine, and I say, "I'll let you have the room."

"No-" he stops me before I can even turn back around. "Stay."

Hesitantly, I agree, which is mainly because I want to know what went down last night. I have a feeling he has all the answers I need.

"I won't bother you, if that's what you're wondering," Harrison adds.

"Okay."

I take the bench furthest away from him and immediately close my eyes. The sweltering heat surrounds me, holds me. I haven't been in a sauna in quite a long while. The pills helped ease the pain in my head a bit, but I think the sauna should really do the trick.

I would ask why he's even in the sauna specifically designated for crew members, but I know it doesn't matter. Everyone lets Harrison do whatever he pleases since he's the son of the Captain. He can buy himself out of any situation he desires.

Hoping Harrison also has his eyes closed, I take a sudden peek over his way. His left thigh is taunting me as it hangs out the slit of his towel. I don't think he's wearing anything underneath it either. I gulp. I shouldn't be having any sort of filthy thoughts about someone I despise.

Then again, I suppose hate-fucking is a thing. I've never done it, but I'm beginning to have this ravenous hunger inside of me. I can't stop thinking about having him also inside of me. Only once. Maybe there's some alcohol still coursing through my veins— that's what's causing me to act this way.

"Everything alright, Vix?" He snaps me out of my thoughts. I must've been staring so long that he noticed it even with his eyes shut.

There's that fucking nickname again.

"Yeah, my bad, I was caught up in thought," I clear my throat.

"About?"

"Did we fuck last night?" There's no point in going around it.

Harrison laughs at me. He finds this entertaining. "What if I said yes?"

"Oh-"

"I'm kidding. Of course we didn't. I don't take advantage of men when they're under the influence."

"So, what happened then?" I wonder.

"I let you sleep in my suite because you clearly wouldn't have been able to function by yourself. You threw up, showered, and I gave you my clothes— that's all."

"Well..." I breathe. It takes everything in me to say this to Harrison. "I do appreciate that."

I didn't think a day would come where I'd be thanking him or sleeping in his bed, but here we are.

"Did I say anything... stupid?" I ask without much thought behind the question.

He smirks. "I have to keep some things for myself."

I don't answer but go back to resting my eyes. Though, I can sense that he hasn't done the same. He's watching me intently. I don't know what's on his mind, but a small part of me wants to know if he wants to fuck me as bad as I want him to. I'm not sure how I've gotten this way.

I hear Harrison slide over closer to me. What's he planning?

"Vixen," he hums.

"Yeah?"

"Look at me."

His words are soft but demanding. I obey out of interest.

"Hm?"

Harrison continues to move over on the bench until his left thigh is touching my right one— skin to skin. We haven't been this close before without wanting to kill each other. Oh.

His hand moves to my chin. He takes it in between his thumb and pointer finger. Harrison Wallace is touching me. "What are you-"

Before I can finish my sentence, his lips collide with my own pair.