Lethal Obsession

The Day After

**Saturday**

I can't even decipher what happened last night. I remember the MMA fight between Nate and Sean, getting to Rage shortly after and proceeding to have some drinks. Then nothing, absolutely nothing! Oh My God...don't tell me I drank too much and got out of control! All I know is I feel like I have a hangover status times TWENTY! WHAT THE LITERAL FUCK!! 

I gradually open my eyes and everything still seems kind of unclear. I don't recognize where I am. The walls are grey stone with can lighting in the ceiling. It is a very modern look and is absolutely immaculate! Damn! Puts my house to shame and makes me feel like a shitty housekeeper. There isn't even a sock or a visible spec of dust on the hardwood floor. I'm laying on a huge king sized bed and see a walk in closet to my right with a light on. The closet leads to  a beautiful granite and marble bathroom. BUT WHERE IN THE FUCK AM I?! Enough ogling this place and let me figure out what in the hell I did!! With the little energy I have, I lift up the white down comforter that blankets my body and thank goodness, I'm still in my white lace dress with panties intact. What a relief! I lift my head from under the covers and see Nate staring at me with a smile from his closet.  

He walks over to the bed and sits next to me as I pull myself up to sit. He tilts my chin up with his index finger and looks into my eyes as if he is searching for something. "How are you feeling, beautiful?"                                                                             

Still confused as to what happened but not wanting to seem like a total imbecile, I play it off as much as I can, even though my head is pounding.  "I'm good." I give off a small laugh. "I really think I just drank too much on an empty stomach."

Nate gazes deeper into my eyes. "It happens. You passed out at Rage so I didn't want to just leave you at your house alone. You were safer here with me."

"I'm so sorry, Nate." I turn my head away from his stare to look out of the window to my left at a bird perched on a limb outside.

He seems lost by my apology. "For what exactly?"

"It was our first time hanging out and I ruined it by being a total lightweight." I am totally blank about last night but I don't dare to ask any further details at the moment. "I guess my actions probably gave you a bad impression of me."

Nate senses my insecurity and laughs. "I'm ready for round two of Halston. Don't worry about it."

I turn my head back toward him and roll my eyes. "You are so cheesy!" I pause for a moment then look down as I'm fumbling with the lace on my dress. "I didn't do anything..."

He cuts me off before I can finish my question, knowing exactly what I'm getting at. "We didn't do anything. I would never do anything you didn't consent to."

A sigh of relief comes over me. "Thanks, Nate." Thinking back on the night I vaguely remember a female that he seemed to know in some way. I don't even want to ask and seem like a fucking psychopath. But the way he looked at her was different than the others he knew. Inquiring minds want to know! "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"There was a girl at Rage that I didn't see you talk to but you seemed to know her. Like, seemed to know her more than anyone else that we encountered. I don't know if it was just my intuition telling me." I pause not even knowing where I'm going with this. I should have thought this through before taking the plunge in asking. "If you are seeing other girls it's totally fine. I mean we just went on one date. I just don't want to.."

Again, Nate stops me before I can bury myself in a deeper hole. "Who? Paisley?"

Oddly he knew who I was referring to, I think.