~Avery’s POV~

I squirmed around and my hands gripped the sheets.

"So soft," I thought to myself.

I slowly started to open my eyes. The bright light from the lamp made my head pound and I felt like I was about to throw up. The bedding was soft and cozy.

How did I get home last night? The whole night was a blur. As I opened my eyes more and looked around the room, I realized that I wasn't in my house and this wasn't my room.

I looked over to the windows where the silky drapes were hanging from the ceiling and just barely touching the floor.

The bed had four wooden pillars holding up a drape at the top that looked like something from the heavens. The details on the wooden pillars were breathtaking, engraved images of angels and angel wings. And the walls were white with gold lining where the wall met the roof. As I scanned the room I jumped in shock when I saw a man standing by the door opening to the bathroom. He had nothing but a towel around his lower body. I closed my mouth and swallowed hard.

Wait, I remember him. It was the man from the party.

What was his name again?

Oh right, James.

Holy shit, did he kidnap me? I felt my eyes widen and my breathing get heavy and fast.

"Good morning, beautiful." He had a shadow of a smile on his face and his eyes were glistening. And that body. I really hoped I wasn't drooling right now.

I gasped as he said those words and quickly looked under the sheets to see if I still had my clothes on. However, I was naked. There was nothing covering my body except the sheets. I gripped the sheets with my hand and pulled them roughly to my chest. I used my other hand to hold down on the bed so I wouldn't faint.

My head kept looking around at my surroundings in shock before I snapped my eyes back at him. With my heart beating fast and my mouth open, I licked my lips and shook my head to regain the ability to speak.

”Did we? Uhm…we didn't right?"

I was scared of the answer but I needed to know. I didn't remember much from last night, nothing after the party in fact.

”No, fucking unconscious girls isn't really my thing.” He said crossing his arms over his chest and smiling at me. He had a devious smile yet caring eyes. I couldn't read him. Reading people had always been easy for me, but this man, James, I couldn't for the life of me figure him out.

His blunt answer drew all the blood from my body up to my face. Something that clearly didn't pass unnoticed by the hulkimitator standing in front of me as I saw a smirk growing steadily on his face. He was enjoying it. Jerk.

”My sister is staying in the same hotel. She got you undressed and helped you to bed after I brought you here. You were drugged at the party last night and passed out. I brought you here so that the son of a bitch who drugged you wouldn't get his hands on you.”

I was drugged? Where's Lydia? My head kept spinning and my thoughts were foggy from the events and the information James had just told me. I quickly came back to my senses as I realized I was still naked and James was still standing by the door watching me.

”Where are my clothes? I need to get dressed and call my parents.” I sort of demanded but it came out more like a squeal. I cringed at my own voice.

My heart was beating so fast that I felt it in my throat. James took my dress from last night and laid it on the bed.

”Would you..?" I asked as I gestured for him to turn around as I didn't want him to see me naked. James turned around reluctantly with a smile on his face. I removed the sheets and got up on my feet. I quickly put my dress on. The movements must have been too fast for my head to comprehend as I got dizzy and held on to one of the pillars so as not to fall. One hand was on my waist, another was holding my hand.

” Are you okay?”

James was right behind me, so close that I could feel his breath fanning my neck. The hairs on my neck stood as I took a few steps away from him.

”I'm fine, thank you.” I knew he was only trying to be kind, but I'd prefer it at a distance. I didn't know what was happening to me but I did know that I wasn't feeling all too well and my parents must've been worried.

His eyes turn blank as he stares at me in shock for pushing him away. When he starts walking towards me with slow steps, his eyes get serious. With every step he takes towards me I take one step back, that is until my back hits the wall behind me.

He is now close enough that I feel his breath on my face and our lips nearly touch. His face was tense and not once did he break eye contact with me. Me being the stubborn ass I am, I wasn't about to look away, letting him dominate the situation. In spite of the power he exerted through his gaze, I didn't want to look away and submit to him.

”My family and I are having dinner tonight. I would like it if you would join us.” His invitation seemed so formal, but I was in no mood to meet his family and I didn't know him. Therefore, this all seemed wicked to me. Just as I was about to decline his offer he gripped my waist with his hand and pulled me in. My face was now on his shoulder and I could feel him hardening his grip around my waist as his other hand got a grip around my neck.

He tilted my head to the side and I closed my eyes, falling completely and utterly under his control. Every part of my body tingled and a burst of fire ignited where his hands touched my skin.

I let out a quiet moan after which he pulled even tighter, my hand grasping his chest. He leaned in and nibbled my ear causing fireworks to burst in my chest.

”You will come, won't you?”

Without thinking, unable to focus on anything but the feel of his touch I answered him with a moan.

”Yes…” He kissed me gently on my neck, much more gentle than I thought he would considering his rough grip. He pulled away slowly and leaned his forehead against mine.

”I thought you might.” He said with a serious look on his face, and his lips pressed together forming a thin line, his eyes gazing into mine. I felt like he could read every thought in my mind. However, it wouldn’t be that difficult right now seeing as he was all that was on my mind since the second he touched me. A chilling sensation once again broke out in my body and I felt weak. A few moments later, James turned around and walked out of the room..

The moment I recovered from what had just happened, I found myself wondering why I had agreed. I was ready to reject his request. How come I said yes? I didn't want this?

At the same time, panic strikes as I'm looking for my phone. I found it on the table beside the bathroom. A very large antique desk with a mirror in the middle. It was massive and had the same engraved details as the pillars of the bed.

I took my phone and saw I had no missed calls nor text messages from anybody. How could this be? Lydia must have told my parents, and they should be worried, shouldn't they? Or at least call or send me a 'get better' text or something? The blank screen on my phone threw me into a frenzy.

I called Lydia to see how she was doing and get some more insight into what happened last night.