Handled

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The light was pissing in my face. 

Usually I close the blinds before I fall asleep, did I forget to close them last night? 

I rolled to my other side trying to get the sun to stop beaming in my face. 

Wait. 

Why is the sun so bright already? 

I should get ready for work. 

Work. 

Fuck. 

I shot up out of bed in a panic daze, my heart beating hard as my eyes rolled around my room for my phone. 

Why didn't my alarm go off? 

Then the body next to me shot up, scaring the ever lasting shit out of me. 

I screamed as I jumped and turned to look beside me only to find a pure dream. 

I'm still asleep. 

I have to be still asleep. 

Silos Kross only wakes up naked next to me in my dreams. 

Therefore, I have to be asleep. 

His wide grey eyes quickly searched the room before pausing on me. We stared at each other in a shocked daze. 

His wide, muscled chest was open display as my sheets pooled in his lap, his stomach nothing but abs and warm olive skin wrapped everything up deliciously. 

Holy shit. I slept with Silos Kross. 

Multiple times last night. 

Realization dawned on our faces at the same time, his eyes widened just as mine did. His hair stuck up in every direction, curls framing his face as we stared at each other bewildered. 

I slept with Silos Kross and it was fucking excellent. 

I watched as something dark clouded his eyes, as a mask fell over his features hiding his thoughts from me as we stared at one another in silence. 

He ran a hand through his wild mane of hair. 

"Mr. Kross," I croaked trying not to let myself panic at the look in his eyes. 

"Vienna," his deep voice rubbed against my skin like silk. 

Shit. 

Focus. 

I struggled to smile, "you must have been really drunk last night to end up here, huh?" I tried to joke, maybe if I didn't make this a big deal that look in his eyes could go away. 

He paused, "I wasn't. Were you?" 

"Nope, stone cold sober," I answered quickly trying to fight down the excitement in my chest. I croaked another laugh, "but this is a championship win for me, so that's expected." I muttered, rambling like an idiot. 

I didn't look at his face, my eyes instead caught on the watch on his wrist. 

"Oh, shit," I whispered my stomach dropping to my ass. 

2:11 pm. 

"No. No. No. NO! SHIT! IS THAT THE RIGHT TIME?!" I asked finally looking at his stunned face, he blinked before nodding. "FUCK!" I screamed hopping out of bed and rushing into my shower trying to force myself to breathe, "I have a meeting at 2:45, FUCK ME!" I hissed jumping into the freezing cold shower not even thinking as I scrubbed soap on myself and then hopped out. 

I quickly dried myself off as I scrubbed my teeth before sprinting back into my room, Silos still sitting in stunned silence on my bed, naked. 

I tore into my closet, snatching the first dress I saw before shimming it up my body and then throwing a blazer over top of it. Slipping into a pair of heels and then stumbling out to still find Silos sitting in my bed.