Intimate Affairs [ON HOLD]

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Everything hurt. Like a hangover, but way worse. Eyes sensitive to light, I peeked one open to examine the place I was in. Warm light emanated from the small bedside lamp that gave little to no indication as to where I was. The rest of the room was too dark to determine myself.

My head felt like a sac of bricks, too heavy to lift on my own. There was this constant throbbing inside of my temple that kept growing with each beep on the machine right next to me.

I turned my head to the side to read the green lines with occasional zig-zags beeping across the machine.

A heart monitor.

I started to reach for it when I spotted a purple bruise on my upper arm and an IV attached to the crook of my elbow.

What the hell?

Ignoring all warnings that movement wasn't allowed because my body was still healing, I forced myself upright. I stilled to let nausea and dizziness pass then let my eyes adjust to my surroundings.

I was hooked up to hospital machines, but I wasn't in a hospital. This was a bedroom.

White walls, white carpet, and white sheets on the bed. It could've passed for a morgue. There were no pictures, clock, or even a hint of something homey to suggest someone lived in the house that I was in.

Who's house was I in anyway?

This was certainly not the club that couldn't have been as extravagant enough to include a bedroom.

Then I remembered.

Luc.

Valentine.

I was beaten within an inch of my life because of the job I had to do for Luc that would ensure I wouldn't see any jail time. Then that backfired.

Where was I now?

I feared the possibility that I still could've been in Valentine's custody. The heart monitor spiked along with my emotions and I detached myself from it. Then, I held my breath as I carefully pulled the needle to the IV out then added pressure to the section of my arm to douse the bleeding.

I tossed the covers aside to discover that I'd only been wearing a long white men's t-shirt, but nothing else. Not even panties. My wrists were wrapped with bandages and there was a band-Aid on my forehead. The side of my lip was cut and my right eye felt heavy.

I wouldn't dare look at my face in the mirror.

My legs were black and purple and when I moved, I held my sides because my ribs were on fire. But still, I had to get out of here.

I wobbled on bare feet to the door and tested the door knob. Thankfully, it was unlocked. That was a good sign.

However, I heard footsteps on the other side.

Fear spiked in my veins due to the unknown. Kicking into gear, I ambled over to where the IV was. There was a needle at the end of it that I could use. If Valentine was coming back then I would be ready.

I went back to the door just as the person on the other side began to open it. I quickly hid behind it. The bedroom was still dark and that'd been my advantage when the person walked in. I saw a head of dark hair and that's all I needed to identify him as Valentine then I sprang forward. With my hand raised high ready to stab him, someone grabbed me from behind.