Control (GxG)

6. THE THING WITH ELEVATORS

I awoke with a jolt and sat up straight. When I did, a cold and piercing pain raced through my brain. For a moment I felt confused, not knowing where I was. I am sitting in a foreign bed. Everything smelled different. I also noticed different clothes on me. Slight panic rose in me.

I brought my hands up to my head and massaged my forehead but it was no use.

Having a hangover is one of the worst things for me, this is exactly why I try to avoid alcohol. I opened my eyes, adjusting to the bright light in here and inspected the new room.

The bed I was in was made for at least three people, it was big and beautiful. The covers made of grey silk, lots of pillows too.

The room itself was not overly big and had lots of windows reaching the floor. I noticed two smaller couches in front of the bed and one big carpet.

This was definitely not my home nor that of a friend. Where the hell was I?

Flashbacks from yesterday rushed through my mind, reminding me of what exactly had happened. I closed my eyes and silently cried in shame.

I vomited in front of Diana and passed out in her arms. Oh goodness. Does she hate me now? Or maybe she thinks I'm unprofessional and will fire me. If only my mother knew, she'd slap me so hard.

On the nightstand I noticed a glass of orange juice and two blue pills, probably for my hangover. A note in front of the glass said: 'drink me', while another one next to the pills said: 'eat me'.

I did as told and downed the two pills together with the orange juice. The juice was delicious, my dry tongue needed it. And suddenly the door to the bedroom opened.

Diana was stepping through it looking down onto her phone and scaring the hell out of me. I jumped a little bit not expecting her here.

Wait, so this is her home? I'm in her bed?
I put the bedcovers a little higher so it would shield my body a little better.

"Good morning, Cameron. How are you feeling?" she asked setting down her phone and also a plate of toast.

"Better than I deserve," I answered putting aside the orange juice. "Did you put me to bed?"

She sat down on the couch, opening a water bottle, taking a long sip. She looked elegant doing so. I never knew someone could look so good and elegant while drinking water.

"Mmm-hmm." She replied cutely.

"You undressed me?" I asked, not believing it.

"You didn't leave me much choice."

"Where did you sleep?" I asked, my eyes widening.

She took one finger and pointed to the space next to me. Taking one toast she spread some butter on it. I looked at the space, realization hitting me hard.

"Oh my god. Did we? We didn't?"

"Necrophilia is not my thing, sweetheart." She answered smiling.

"So we just slept then?" I asked again playing with my fingers.

"It was quite an event for me too." She walked towards me, toast in one hand. She sat down in front of me and held the plate out to me. "You need to eat."

I took one toast and bit into it, the taste delightful. It felt so good, my stomach was an empty, sad thing right now.

"I had Taylor pick you up some clothes."
"Who's Taylor?"
"My driver."