Breaking Ice

Chapter 6

Chloe

Fuck my life.

My freaking head.

I didn't know it could be in this much pain without being hit by like a truck or something.

I open my eyes and search for my phone on the nightstand but it's not there. Since when don't I leave my phone on the nightstand? Actually where the fuck am I?

I look around the white and pretty bare and the night before comes back to me, up until I got into Alexanders' car. Then nothing.

Fuck

Am I in his room?

Please tell me it's a nightmare and I'm currently not in his house, room and especially not in his bed. I cringe as I lift the covers to thankfully find myself still wearing yesterday's clothes. At least we didn't fuck. Thanks for at least that.

As I look at the nightstand and see what is hopefully water, I realise how god damn thirsty I am. My throat is dryer than Sahara so I gulp it down as fast as I possibly can. Only then do I see what seems like aspirin but I take it dry as this might save me from the worst headache of my life and I'd swallow anything for that.

Well, almost anything.

I search around for my bad and find it on the floor, near the heels. Getting the phone out I cringe at the obscene amount of text and missed calls from Kate. The last one beingat 5 am telling me to have fun with a winky emoji so I relax a little knowing she was not mad at me for not texting her that I'm home safe. Well, I guess I'm not home but doubt that will make her feel any better.

Alexander Starkov: I'll be back in a few hours. If you are up there is a spare toothbrush in the bathroom (the door to your right) and there should be some spare towels if you need a shower.

His message makes me squirm a little and realise that he must have had to carry me so he felt how sweaty and disgusting I was. With that thought I jump, well that over-exaggeration. More like crawling out of bed and get my stinky ass into the bathroom. Peeling everything off of me I get in the shower before turning on the water.

Cold water hits me before its stream gets warm and my eyes widen as I shriek but that wakes me up a bit.

As the shower warms up I let the heat warm up my pained body. Taking some of his shampoo I lather my hair before letting the bubbles run down my body.

Teenage Chloe would never believe if I told her that I'd be showering inside Alexander the fucking Starkov house. She'd say I'm bullshitting, after all, it was her dream to become his girl.

Funny how time has changed my perspective. I mean, he is still as good-looking and still makes me horny but the last thing I need is for him to fuck me, then break my heart. I doubt the guy is looking to settle down, especially with someone as ordinary as me. I get I'm not ugly, I'm aware I'm good looking but I'm no one special.

Guys like him don't end up marrying girls like me.

They marry models, actors or just famous people. Not a random girl with a famous father that they absolutely not planning on telling him about.

I lived my whole life in my father's shadow, for once I want to be my own person. Not the daughter of one of the best hockey players and the owner of a team that won countless Stanley Cup titles. I want people to know me for my achievements.

After wasting enough of Alexander's water I drag myself out, cold air hitting me. Quickly I look through the draws the find a fluffy white towel that I wrap around myself tightly.