Charlie's eyes fluttered open slowly. She was feeling very disoriented and a bit dizzy, and it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the light.

The ceiling was unfamiliar, and she pushed herself to a sitting position and looked around. She was lying on a master bed, with black sheets and pillows. The room was huge, and the design was simple.

Looking down at herself, she was wearing a white dress. A wedding gown.

And Just like that, she recalled everything that had happened.

Charlie's eyes widened and she moved to jump down from the bed when she felt a restriction around her wrist. That was when she looked and realised she had been handcuffed to a metal grip protruding from the wall.

Had she been kidnapped? The last thing she remembered was yelling in his car? What happened to her father and Keith? This couldn't be happening.

Looking around, she searched for anything that she could use to free herself from the handcuffs but there was nothing.

Suddenly, the closed door at the other end of the room burst open, and Charlie turned to see Nick standing there. He had changed into a regular t-shirt and jeans, but she would be damned if she lied to herself that he didn't look hotter in it.

His hair was a little wet, clinging to his face.

He walked into the room, and his every step closer made her heart race. She couldn't believe this was really Nick, and how much he had changed. He eluded an air of charisma, authority and stark danger.

And somehow, she was drawn to all that.

The sleeves of the shirt were short, and they did little to conceal the muscles of his forearms, corded with strength and flexing with every step.

Gosh...The crush must have never left. She had to remind herself that he was a completely different man now.

"Where's Keith?" She demanded angrily, pulling slightly at the cuffs, "Where did you bring me? Why are you doing this?"

He stopped right at the edge of the bed, his eyes giving away nothing. Instead, they took in her appearance once again...from her feet all the way to her eyes, and a charged look sparkled in his eyes, "That should be the last of your worries, Princess,"

Hearing the word 'Princess' from him icked and made her heart race even more at the same time. That was what he used to call her when they were younger, and it always made her blush.

Now, it held a very different meaning.

She eyed him, "Don't call me that!"

"Oh, really?" He smirked devilishly and crossed his arms, the motion accentuating his broad shoulders even more, "What are you going to do about it, Princess?" His green eyes gleamed.

"Uncuff me and we'll see!" She sneered at him.

"No, Princess," He said, seemingly enjoying all this, "You're my wife now, you're expected to obey me,"

Charlie laughed. A sickening, frustrated laugh that brought tears to her eyes, "Unfortunately, I'm going to have a very hard time doing that. Not after what you've done to my family!" She said with bitterness.

"Then I'll just have to make sure of it," His eyes were cold, and Charlie sucked in sharply as she felt a dangerous aura seeping out of him.

He began crawling up the bed, and Charlie's body trembled the closer he came. Her heart was in her throat, and his eyes bore so deeply into hers as he stopped right next to her.

His scent invaded her lungs, and her free hand clutched her dress by the side, anxiously wondering what he was going to do.

His finger reached in, eyes still holding hers and it pressed slightly on her leg. His skin was warm, sending hot chills down her spine.

Her grip on her dress involuntarily tightened.

Then, the finger moved. They slowly trailed up her leg, leaving a path of heat in their wake. Charlie shivered as his finger rode even higher to her thighs, her waist, between her breasts, and then the finger climbed up her dress and stopped around her neck.

Then, two fingers took hold of the rope that was there. The rope that was basically holding the dress in place.

Charlie's eyes widened, understanding what he was up to. Her free hand shot out, a desperate attempt to stop and push him away but he had anticipated it and grabbed her hand, pinning it against the wall behind them.

With a sharp tug, the rope at her neck snapped, and the shimmering beauty of lace and satin loosened around her and slid down her body, pooling around her waist.

It left her exposed under his fiery, hot gaze.

And then, those green eyes dropped. They devoured everything they saw, lingering over every inch of her skin. In their depths, she saw a dark, consuming hunger that made her head spin.

Charlie trembled again. As much as she hated this and wanted nothing more but to cover herself, she felt herself loving his eyes on her.

Heat pumped through her veins, and gathered between her legs.

But still, Charlie held onto her pride. Tears welled in her eyes, and she began to struggle against him, "You're insane! Let go of me!"

He tore his hungry gaze away from her body, and they locked onto her eyes again, "Don't cry, Princess. I haven't even done anything yet,"

"Let go of me!!" She yelled, strangled by fear and fury.

"We are married, remember? No need to be shy,"

"This is unacceptable. I'm gonna make sure you pay for this!" She raged.

He smirked, inching his face closer to hers, "Trust me, the more you talk, the more tempted you make me, so please, continue," He warned.

Charlie had to bite her lip to stop herself from saying anything more. He had all the power here, and there was nothing she could do at the moment. But never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she would ever find herself in this position, and with Nick of all people!

If she didn't know him before, it wouldn't have been hurting this much. But Nick was a man she once loved with all she was, and it broke her heart to witness how much he had changed.

Nick stared at her, comprehending the look she was giving him. Many had stared at him before with that sick, angry, disbelief, twisted expression of how much the man he was before was gone, replaced by the man standing before them and he didn't give a damn about it.

But her expression right now, made him mad. There was something about it, that made him feel... terrible.

And it was because it was coming from her.

"Where is he?" She asked, her breath shaky, "Where is Nick Jordan from ten years ago?"

Nick pushed himself up from the bed, his eyes cold and distant. He stood there, silently staring into space and time seemed to fly. Moments passed, and Charlie watched him before his lips moved and he replied, "Long gone,"

And then, he walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.