Duplicity [h.s]

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harry's look this chapter ^

Aven Brooks

I woke up tangled in what felt the most expensive silk sheets before I even opened my eyes. I was cozy and comfortable. I could feel what was daylight on me from my window. I groaned and went to flip over and stretch, but immediately when I felt restraint to my wrist something in my chest jumped.

I shot my eyes up and looked towards my wrist I felt constrains to. Immediately my blurry vision saw how I was handcuffed the headboard pole.

I gasped out in panic, sit up in record time out of startle. I look down at my lap and saw I was in silk sheets, but this wasn't my bed. This bed was bigger, and this was not my room.

I had an instant headache considering my contacts were still in, but that as the least of my problems.

When I thought I felt a presence to my left, my head turned to the right where I saw a broad figure sitting at the table with his back to me. I was very quick to realize it was Harry.

Oh my god what the hell happened to me?

My body jolted and I pulled at the metal handcuffs that where just locked on my one wrists. The clanking noise made him turn his head around to look at me, eyes landing on me awake and erratic. This was his room and I had no idea why I was locked in it.

I can't remember anything.

"Morning Ms. Brooks." He mumbled before turning back to doing what he was doing on the table, I couldn't see cause his back was in the way.

He was in a black and white striped shirt and black jeans, his hair wet.

"What am I doing here? W–why am I cuffed to your bed?" I stutter in fear of my safety, looking down and seeing I was still in my clothes from last night.

What happened at the bar? I don't remember it.

"You don't remember?" He says with his back to me still.

"Why am I cuffed to your bed!" I started to choke cause the panic was getting to me, I was very scared but didn't know what to even do to control it. Did he kidnap me?

"We had a very kinky night baby." He turned his head around his shoulder and smirked.

My heart dropped to my stomach. Did I hear him correctly?

"We...what?" I choked.

He shifted his chair in a different spot so I could see the side of him rather than just his back, he had his forearm extended out of the table, a small thimble in his fingers with black residue at the tip. What was he doing to himself?

"We had hot sex all night long. You just couldn't get enough." He shrugged while continued to focus on his arm that he was pricking repeatedly with the thimble.

"Y-your lying." That can't be true.

"And who knew you were such a freak. You asked me to spit on you and shit." He kept going while not making eye contact, his calm tone made me nervous.

My cheeks went bright pink and my whole body shot with nerves. I was sat up straight in the bed still, wrist chained to one for the bars with the idea of that actually happening.

"N–no." I reject, there's no way that's true.

He turns his head to me and arched his brow, he saw how red my face was probably.

"Wait... your cheeks are red yet you don't look shocked. Do you actually like being spit on?" He was now confused himself, but also revealing to me we didn't actually sleep together.