Tension

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

I shivered as he spun me around to face him. My back pressed against the counter, and I tilted my head up to look at him. He was tall, with icy blue eyes that cut straight through me. He couldn't have been much older than me. There was something about him. His authority.

"Can't Speak?" He asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

I rolled my eyes, refusing to be intimidated. "I can speak. Who said I wanted to talk to you?" I shot back, despite the flutter of nerves in my chest.

His smirk widened as he leaned in, lifting my chin with two fingers. His touch was very firm but not harsh, and the intensity of his gaze made it hard not to look away. "Hm, you're bold. I like that." He murmured, letting me go, as if to test my reaction.

I let out a soft laugh. "Well, enjoy the show" I said, winking, crossing my arms.

He chuckled lightly, the sound low and rich, before turning to order two exclusive bottles behind the bar that was reserved specifically for him. He handed over a wad of cash, he glanced back at me. "I needed this break."  He said, almost to himself.

"Yeah, same." I replied, my curiosity growing more and more.

We talked for what felt like hours, his smooth confidence making it easy to let my guard down. I didn't even notice the way his eyes traveled down my body. Lingering on me for a while, or the woman watching us from across the club. The drinks kept coming and coming, my laughter getting louder, filling the bar area, my movements began getting looser. The world around me blurred into streaks of colors and the lights dimmed until finally, everything went black.

When I woke up, my head was pounding with an excruciating pain. The familiar scent of cologne filled my nose. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of the room.

"What the..." I whispered to myself hoarsely, sitting up slowly. I was still in my party dress, my shoes scattered on the fluffy rug beneath the bed.

The room was massive, lavishly furnished. With dark wood that covered the floors. A wall of glass overlooked the city skyline, the lights shimmering.

"Where am I...?" I muttered to myself, panic and anger creeping in.

Before I could gather any information, he walked in from the bathroom, a towel thrown over his shoulder. His hair was damp, and his bare chest glistened with water droplets.

"Look who's finally awake," He said with a chuckle as he leaned against the door frame.

My heart raced as I tried to connect what's happening from the night before. "And who are you?" I asked my voice sharp.

He raised an eyebrow. "Damn, you really don't remember?"

"No, I don't." I snapped instantly. Anger replaced my confusion quickly. "You fucking kidnapped me! What the hell is wrong with you?"

He crossed his arms, his expression turning serious. "Kidnapped you? You were a drunken mess. Passed out cold in the middle of the club. I could've left you there vulnerable and alone. Be grateful."

"Grateful?" I scoffed, sliding out of bed, standing on my feet. "Take me home now."

He didn't budge. Not once. His tone was icy. "You're not going anywhere."