Blood Stained Collar BOOK 2 of The Collar Series #Wattys2017 ( BDSM )

CHAPTER 11

Melanie yawned and stretched out her legs. The voice in her ear was not the one she expected to hear.

"Hello beautiful."

She snapped her head sideways. "Reece what the hell are you doing in my bed?"

"You asked me to stay."

"I would never do that." She was about to jump out of bed when she realised she was naked. Without thinking she lifted the covers and screamed. "You've got no clothes on."

"Melanie, surely you weren't that drunk."

She dragged the top cover off the bed, covered herself and climbed out. "What? Are you saying I was drunk?"

"I didn't think you were."

"Reece, did we...?"

"Geezz Mel... I didn't realise you were that drunk, otherwise I would never have ..."

"Shut up, just shut up and get out. Get out Reece... now!" The bile rose up in her throat and she knew she was going to be sick. "Get the hell out of my flat now!"

Reece pulled on his jeans and knelt down to look for his shoes under the bed.

"What the bloody hell are you doing now?" She knew if he didn't leave now she would throw up right there in front of him.

"I'm looking for my shoes."

"Leave them. Here." She said as she threw his shirt at him. Pulling her bed cover tighter around her she went to open the door.

Reece started putting on his shirt as he walked towards the door. "I'm really sorry, I didn't realise ..."

"Go, just go. I don't want to hear."

Reece shrugged his shoulders and walked out the door. "Sorry." Was all he had time to say before she slammed the door.

She didn't know if she wanted to cry or scream, but her body decided for her and she threw up where she stood. She fell to her knees and wretched up red wine and bits of pizza. The sight made her stomach curl up in knots and she vomited again and again until there was nothing left to come up. She rolled onto her side away from the mess and lay on her back staring up at the ceiling. Her head throbbed as if she was being hit with a baseball bat.

"Ohhhhh... what have I done?" She cried. Tears slid down into her hair as she lay on her back. "I can never look him in the face again." She knew she would have to face him sooner or later but right now she just wanted to curl up and die.

Melanie had no idea how long she had been lying on the floor when her phone rang and she ignored it. But it rang again and she rolled over onto her knees and crawled over to where her phone still lay on the carpet. With every movement the banging in her head got louder. She eventually picked up her phone when it rang a third time.

"Hello." Her voice echoed in her ears and it didn't sound like hers.

"Nurse Mckinney, is that you?"

"Yes... Not feeling well."

"I can hear that. Mr Denver said you were ill when I enquired after you at registration this morning. You sound like you need a doctor."

"No ... I'll be fine ... Just need to rest." The last thing she needed was for Dr Anderson to come knocking at her door and discover she had a hangover.

"Well, I do hope so. Your first week of training and you're off sick already. Are you sure you don't have an infection from your cut."

"I'm fine thank you Dr Anderson. Just need to rest. Thanks for calling." Melanie knew it was rude to hang up but she just couldn't deal with him in her condition.

She dragged herself into the bathroom and had a long cool shower, after which she felt a little better and brushed her teeth twice, before gargling with a mouthwash. How long she had slept on the floor with traces of stale wine still in her mouth she had no idea and it made her stomach feel all queasy again, just thinking about it.

In the kitchen she poured herself a glass of orange juice and swallowed two headache tablets. It was then she noticed the mess on the floor and her stomach heaved. "I really can't deal with that now." Unravelling streams of paper towel she covered it up and walked back to her bed. She stared at the rumpled sheets and ripped them all off the bed and tossed them in a corner of the room. "That lot is going to be burnt." She looked at the bare mattress and decided to lie on the couch instead.

"What possessed me to have sex with Reece. OMG! How am I ever going to live this down? Will have to make sure he knows it was an accident. I was drunk and he is never to mention it again. In fact, he is never coming into my flat again." Closing her eyes, she tried to blank out thoughts of Reece's naked body and being underneath it, or was she on top? Why couldn't she remember?

Her head still ached but she was so tired and sleep eventually won her over. Flashes of naked bodies entwined in heated sex tumbled through her dreams. It was so intense and felt so real, her body responded by having an orgasm and she woke up with Cirrus's name on her lips. As her climax faded she hugged herself and let the tears fall freely.

"Damn you Cirrus. When will it stop hurting. When will I be free of you. I don't want to love you anymore."

Melanie cried till there were no more tears to cry and she didn't hear the gentle knock at her door until a voice called her name.

"Cirrus." She said his name softly and cursed under her breath. He didn't know where she was so it couldn't be him. She got up slowly and made her way to the door. "Damn, I can't let anyone in, not with that mess still on the floor."

"Nurse Mckinney, are you alright? I could hear you crying."

Melanie took a deep breath before opening the door. "Dr Anderson. You really didn't need to come."

"I think you should let me in so I can take a look at your cut and make sure you don't have an infection. You look like the walking dead.

"I will be fine. Just need to be left alone to sleep please."

"Nurse Mckinney, stop behaving like a child and let me come in and check your arm."

Melanie stood her ground. "Thank you for coming, but I do not need a doctor. I will be in to work tomorrow."

"I will leave as soon as I have checked your cut and make sure you don't have an infection."

"I don't have an infection and if you must know, I was drunk, had violent sex and now have a hangover. So please go and leave me alone." She wanted to laugh out loud when she saw the expression on his face, but she closed the door before he had the chance to say another word.

After putting the chain on the door and locking it she leant against it with her ear and smiled when she heard his footsteps going down the hallway.