His Obsession

23

"Angry women care.

                                                      Angry women speak and yell and sob their truths."
― Roxane Gay

                                                                             ~~~~~~

I woke up to a pounding headache and burning eyes as if they were scorched, I suppressed a scream as I massaged my head with my pointer finger and thumb to lessen the pain a little but it was no use, I groaned in pain as I rolled over in a... bed?

How did I get into a bed?

what happened?

I sat up confused as the velvety covers that were once pulled up to my chin were now pooling around my waist as I took around the room I was in.

The three walls around me were as white as milk while the wall behind me was black. All of the walls were bare of any decorations or flashy things save for a clock and a few paintings here and there. I looked at the bed I was resting on which had a gold headboard that had some sort of an intricate design on while the rest of the bed was as black as coal.

Whoever owned this room which I assume might be in a massive as hell bachelor pad clearly had exquisite taste. I opened my mouth to call whoever owned this place but stopped as a mind-numbing pain consumed my head and I started to remember everything; from being with my best friend and laughing with her about her idiotic stunts to the point where Evan announced to a room full of men, probably from the news channels that I was now apparently, Mr.s Jacob.

I started massaging my temples again with one hand, groaning in pain, and reached for the tablet that was presumably Advil and swallowing it down with a glass of cold water that was placed beside the tablet. I moaned in gratitude as the cold water glided down my dry throat and quenched my thirst.

The shit hurts more than a hang-over.

If this is the pain one experiences every time they pass out, then I have to prevent it from happening ever again. 

Fucking piece of shit hangover that makes me curse like a sailor.

''Good to see that you're finally awake'' a deep, raspy voice said from the entrance of the room.

Evan stood in all his glory, worry line, and deep circles under his eyes evident, he was sporting a frown along with a 5 o'clock shadow that made him look rugged but handsome nonetheless. Seeing him, his face made me angry, livid even, but I couldn't deny the fact that even after everything he did my heart still ached for him. 

For a fleeting second, the concern and worry etched on his made me want to forget all that he'd done to me and run into his arms, envelope him and comfort him to the best of my abilities. We were slowly becoming friends I was starting to welcome him into my life slowly but surely I knew I felt for him, whatever it was, but I did feel something for him and would've probably given into Jen and his persuasion but it seemed like each time I was warming up to him he'd do something stupid to snap me out of the reverie that I could tame the bad boy that everyone knew off. I wanted to comfort him, I really did, but I pushed it aside as soon as I remembered what he did. How he deceived me.

I slowly rose from the bed I was resting on and made my way over to him stopping only when I was face to chest with him. I looked up at him through my lashes and whispered in a voice so calm that it even managed to surprise me, ''Whose room is this?''

He took one hand out of his pocket and smoothed a piece of hair behind my hair before cradling my cheek in his callused but surprisingly soft hands and answered, ''Mine.''