My Beast

5

I sleepily opened my eyes and shot straight up and went flying back down to the bed because of the immense pain that hit my head like bricks. I mumbled curses in the pillow as the pain came to a dull throb. Wait. Why are these pillows white? The pillows in my room are lavender. I started to freak.

I got up slowly this time, learning my lesson from last time, I got out of bed successfully and did a little victory dance in my head. I took one step, one step to get to the door and it went flying open. I swear I jumped 10 feet in the air and I stared wide eyed at the man standing under the door frame.

Hair as black as midnight, shiny as steel and probably silkier than silk. Eyes like the ocean at summer which waves hit the rocks gently and little gold flecks in them which were hooded by long and dark lashes. Lips full plump and pink with not even a sight of dry skin anywhere. Eyebrows perfectly arched. Cheekbones high and I watched how his eyelashes brushed slightly over his cheekbones as he blinked. It was also no secret that he worked out considering how his muscles were threatening to tear open the black shirt he was wearing. Pure definition of a Greek god.

I stared at him wide eyed for a few milliseconds and composed myself quickly. Geez I must look like a ragged doll with my hair defying gravity and wrinkled clothes. Plus I haven't taken a shower or brushed my teeth. Nice going Sierra. Way to ruin your life.

"Hi." I said awkwardly after a few moments of us staring at each other in silence

"Hello." His smooth voice answered.

Wow. Was my first thought. His voice was deep and velvety and smooth like honey dew with a hint of an accent. He kept staring at me unblinkingly and it was kind of creeping me out.

"I'm confused. What am I doing here? How did I get here? And why does my head hurt like a fucker?" I asked.

He chuckled. His laughter rich like chocolate.

"One question at a time, Mia Bella"

Now I really started to freak out since I was at a random place with a stupid bruised head and with a Greek god who spoke Italian. I looked set him to search his eyes for any hostility but found the complete opposite. Adoration. He reminded me of a panther in someway. I needed to get freshened up first because I was a major clean freak.

I knew if this guy wanted to hurt me he would have done so but I found no hostility in his eyes. If he really wanted wanted to hurt me I would be tied up on the bed or something.

"Can you please show me to the bathroom first?" I asked.

"Right here and the some extra clothes are in there" he replied with a hint of amusement in his eyes as he showed me to the bathroom.

"Thanks." I muttered.

I gasped as I entered the bathroom. The interior was filled with shiny marbles and there were 2 bathtubs and a huge shower that would fit atleast 10 people in. There was a toilet in the back corner and a row of towels hung beside the bathtub along with my clothes. I went over to the sink and opened the cabinet and found extra toiletries. I brushed my teeth and took a look at myself in the mirror. I looked like I just survived hurricane Katrina. I closed the cabinet shut at stripped out if my clothes and took a shower. My muscles instantly relaxed in the hot shower. I massaged the shampoo and conditioner on my hair and scrubbed the vanilla scented soap on me, I watched as the soap suds trailed down onto the floor.