Mine ( Vox X Reader )

Chapter 20

Vox was the first one to wake up. His room was dark, the curtains closed; he couldn't guess what time it was. His head was throbbing—he could feel his brain pulsing. God, he drank too much. He had little memory of what had happened and honestly had no clue where he was, but the feel of the sheets beneath him and the familiar smell told him enough. He was in his room, without a doubt. He turned and growled, only to feel another body next to him.

'Huh ?'

For a moment, he thought it was Valentino, so he didn't pay too much attention. He probably got too drunk and hooked up with him—but then he felt hair. His eyes shot open, and he looked at the person beside him. H/c hair.

'Shit'

He sat up, trying not to wake her. His head spun from the sudden movement, and everything went black for a second. He thought—he tried to convince himself—that nothing happened, that she was drunk and had just gone into the wrong room... right? But he soon realized that he was naked, and so was she. Not only that, her entire body was covered in marks, some deeper than others.

He couldn't help but blush at how gorgeous she was—and at the marks he had left on her. His marks. A small grin crossed his face, and his heart started to beat faster.

'Damn it, Vox, control yourself.'

He shook his head left and right, trying to ignore the pain pounding inside it. His mind ran through the possibilities in front of him.

1.Get dressed and leave, acting like nothing happened.

2.Wake her up and talk to her.

3.Wait until she woke up and tell her to forget everything that happened.

His head hurt too much to make a rational decision. He had promised himself to stay away from her, not to repeat the mistake of confusing business with feelings. He hated himself for it—and her. He didn't understand why he always felt this way with her. And now, he had made a stupid mistake. He had let his emotions control him and done something he shouldn't have.

His head wasn't the only thing throbbing inside him. His heart was too. He wasn't ready to face her, to face this. They hadn't had to confront what happened—but now, it might change everything.

He sighed, taking a last look at her before getting up. Cables went out of his back, helping him put on his pants, placing his shoes at his feet, and pulling his shirt on for him. He looked at himself in the mirror while he buttoned his shirt.

The first thing he saw were the marks on his shoulder. The marks of her nails on his back. He huffed as his gaze lingered on them before he finished buttoning his shirt, hiding them from his sight. Some of his memories came back at that moment, making him blush slightly.

'Shit. What did you do, Vox?'

At the same time, he heard a groan coming from under the sheets. He froze. She wasn't supposed to wake up yet. He didn't know what to do, what to say. He just wanted to run away, not face her—not in this state, not right now.

She finally regained consciousness—well, barely. Her body felt sore, like it weighed a ton. Like a ton. Her head hurt terribly, and her vision was fuzzy, dizzy. She barely understood that she was in a bed; it felt like being on a roller coaster. It took a few seconds for her to finally open her eyes. The first thing she saw was the blank white wall in front of her. It didn't alarm her until the decorations felt different. She sat up with a groan, rubbing her burning eyes, her body shaking under its own weight.

She saw a man. More importantly, Vox. Even more importantly, the blanket slid off her chest, exposing her to the cold air. As soon as she realized it, she quickly pulled the blanket back over her body.