It's your fault

Chapter eleven: I'm not shy

I wake up on a couch. I notice my head is pounding and in between my legs ache. I sit up a little to see that I'm wearing an oversized shirt that is definitely not mine or anyone that I know.

I look around to see that I'm in a gigantic living room area, and I'm not alone. There's a bunch of guys spread out all over the floor, knocked out.

There are red plastic cups everywhere along with beer bottles. I have know idea what happened. The last thing I remember is falling asleep in my room with Colton. Colton! Where is he.

I make my way off of the couch and start looking at the guys laying on the floor trying to spot Colton. I come past one but it was Chris so I quickly moved along peeping at the next guy.

I look through all of them and don't see Colton. I find the big double doors and decide I should check it out. I make my way to the door, tip toeing over the sea of past out psychopaths.

I get the door open and look down either side of the hall. I pick a way that looks more familiar and step out. As soon as I do I get yanked back into the room I was trying to escape.

They pull me in pushing me to the wall. "Where do you think your going?" I finally focus and see that it's Chris pushing me against the wall. I knee him in his sensitive spot and try to get back out.

He grabs me by the hair pulling me back in towards him. I turn some how and hit him in the face. He lets go of his grip for a quick second. I go to run again but he grabs me by the arm yanking me back.

I fall to the floor from the sudden pull. He takes that advantage to drag me into a hidden corner so that no one would be able to see, if they were awake.

They wouldn't help me anyway so there was no point in screaming. Having nothing under the long shirt it's easier access. He has me shoved against the wall lifting the oversized shirt.

I close my eyes wanting to be somewhere else. Just as I think Chris is going to do it he's pushed off of me. I open my eyes to see Colton. I hold my hands covering my face as I stay pressed against the wall.

Chris gets up and tries to retaliate by punching Colton in the face. Colton does not hesitate he strikes Chris right back only his punches look like they actually cause damage.

Just before it gets too serious a couple of guys come over and break it up.

"Get him the fuck out of here!" Colton yells. I stand against the wall as Colton turns to me. He looks at me for a second, not sure if he should approach me.

He walks and I back up. "It's okay." He puts his hand out. I'm not a dog!

"I'm not going to hurt you Alice." He slowly steps my way. I stay put. "Let's get you back to your room." He grabs my arm pulling me gently.

He leads me by all the guys just starting to get up from all the noise. We walk through the wall of guys and they all stare at me. They all look like they had a nice, rough night. With me I assume, not remembering anything.

We leave the living room and leads me down the hallway. I keep my head down watching my feet as I walk. Colton keeps his arm around my shoulder as we make our way to my room.

Just then someone comes around the corner. He's dressed in a black suit and tie, hair a little messy. It's fancy. He sees me and Colton and his face lights up. His perfectly straight white teeth showing. His eyes squinted. His hands rest in his pockets.

"Colton, where are you taking this lovely young lady?" Enthusiasm in his voice. "I'm taking her back to her room." Colton squeezes my shoulder as he speaks.

Fancy frowns his eyebrows as Colton gives his response. "Back to her room? Where are you coming from?" Fancy asks. He takes his hands out of his pockets and crosses them on his chest.

"The living room." Colton rubs the back of his neck as if he is extremely nervous. This is unlike Colton, usual he's so calm and stern now he's shivering with intimidation. That's the affect this fancy guy had on you, I don't blame him.

Fancy looks at me, sizing me up and down before his eyes go back to Colton. "Why was she in the living room?" He steps closer and Colton squeezes harder. "I'm not sure Sir." Colton looks down at the floor.

"Can you tell me?" Fancy looks over at me with a smirk. I just shake my head and join Colton as he looks at the floor. "Alice! Look at me!" He urges. I peek up at him. He looks at me and smiles. "I like to see your beautiful face." My eyes wonder over his shoulder not being able to look him straight in the eyes.

"Why don't you come with me to my room? I was just heading there." He speaks to me. "You can go now Colton I got it from here." Fancy comes to my side putting his arm around my waist. Colton resists at first not letting go.

"Colton!" Fancy shouts. That's when he lets go. Fancy glares at Colton before walking off with me. I turn to see Colton watching us leave, with anger in his eyes.

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"So Alice you don't know why you were in the living room?" His hand distracting me for it being around me. "No." I whisper. "I don't remember." I add, my voice cracking. His voice deep and seductive. "You don't remember what exactly?"

"Last night." My words fall to the floor. He looks down at me, his eyes hiding something. "I see." Is all he says. We don't speak the rest of the way to his room.

Once we get into his room he closes the door.

"You can sit here." He taps the bed. The huge bed that is covered with a dark bed spread. It's made very neatly. There are many pillows. It's the kind of bed that has the four long wooden polls and it has a roof thing on it. The curtain like things hang from either side, pulled back so the bed is in plain view.

I sit on the edge. He goes over to the drawers pulling some jeans out. Then he moves to what seems to be a closet door. He opens it and it's huge, walk in. My eyes grow wide as I see the multiple rows of clothing and shoes in his closet.

He disappears inside for a moment, coming back out with a different shirt in his hand. He closes the closet door and walks over to the desk that sits along the wall that is next to the bed.

He throws the new clothing on the desk. He removes his shirt and throws it on a black leather love seat. I turn my head, feeling uncomfortable.

"You can look if you want, I'm not shy." He laughs. I don't say anything I just keep my head turned. I hear his pants coming off. I get nervous, breath in and out.

After a couple of seconds he comes over to me. He has his pants on, he zips his zipper then does his button. At this point he's standing right in front of me.

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable?" He knows the obvious answer. "Yes." My eyes still looking the other direction. He steps away that's when I finally look his direction. What does this guy want?

I'm watching as he turns a chair around and sits facing me, he leans his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. I don't know what it is about a guy sitting like this but it makes me super hot.

He's wearing a black t-shirt and some regular jeans. I look at him. I try to follow where his eyes are going. I look down and notice my legs are a little open, remembering I have no underwear on I close my legs quickly.

I look up and he's smiling. His eyes slowly move from between my legs to my chest. I cross my arms over my chest. He then look into my eyes.

"I can make a guess of what happened last night." His smirk sinister. His eyes wicked. Deep and dark. "Does your body hurt?" He sits back in the chair, his eyes never leaving mine. I say nothing until he raises his eyebrows waiting for an answer.

I nod not able to speak knowing my voice will give out from the fear. His smile goes from ear to ear. "I can make you feel better." His voice calm and confident.

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