HIS PRETENSE BRIDE

CHAPTER 45

Alexa's POV

My head hurts as I flip my eyes open. The room is so bright that it takes me a moment to adjust my sight to the lighting, closing and opening them again. I groan as I move my hand to hold my head, wondering where the headache came from. It feels like someone is constantly hitting my head or something.

As I adjust to the room, I realize something and stop moving.

The curtains, the bed, the lighting…Nothing looks familiar. There's no Alexa singing in the shower or playing some morning music while she moves about. There is no familiar fragrance in my room. And the pillows, they are different. Everything is different from what I am used to. What I own and have.

I sit up with a start at the realization, holding my throbbing head with my palm. I almost can't believe it. Where the fuck am I?

A startling sound has me looking to my left and that is when I see her.

Danielle is seated by the vanity table in the room, wearing a light purple dress that exposes her legs with them crossed. She stares at me, holding my gaze as she takes a swig from the bottle of alcohol in her hand.

What is she…

I can't wrap my head around it. I can't comprehend any of it. Why is Danielle here? Why am I here? How did I get here? And most importantly, why am I laying in the bed, coated with sweat? 

A loud zing goes off in my head and I almost push off the bed in a fleet of panic despite my aching head. Danielle burst out laughing at my movements as she continues to drink from the bottle of liquor in her hand.

What the fuck is going on?

“Relax, Xander.” She tells me as she puts the bottle on the table and wipes at her lips carefully. “With the way you are going, you just might get injured.” She adds.

“Why am I shirtless?” I ask her, ignoring her comments. “Danielle, what am I doing here and why am I shirtless?”

I can't find my shirt anywhere but that is not what I'm thinking. If Danielle took off my shirt because I sure as hell didn't do that, then it can only mean one thing. No, no, no, no.

No, Alexa.

“Danielle,  I swear to—”

She cuts me off with a laugh. “You should stop shouting,” she smirks when she finishes. “And no, we didn't sleep together. I don't go back to my vomit, ew.” She scrunch up her face like she is irritated.

I exhale with relief, feeling a bit bothered. But that doesn't help as I remember Alexa.

Fuck, Alexa!

She wanted me home. She had this huge surprise she planned for us. She was so excited about it and I told her I was on my way. That was before I came to see Lane. Fuck.  Fuck. Fuck. 

I was internally screaming as I paced about the room in search of my shirt and my shoes. I find my shoes under the bed and immediately start to put them on. As I rise on my feet again, about to demand for my shirt from Danielle, she pursues her lips as she stares at me with a smirk on her face. 

There is more.

There is more she hasn't told me.

Of course, there is more! This is Danielle!

“We didn't sleep together, Xander.” She says again, arranging her hair. I count the seconds in my head as I wait for her to drop the bombshell on me. I wait for her to tell me what exactly she is leaving out. “Although, the video I sent to your wife would suggest so.”