Chapter three A moment with you

The morning was chilly, that should have been a good thing except I was seriously hungover; I had way too much to drink last night and then.....

I didn't know what happened after that.

I woke up to the bright sun rays filling with light the room through very thick blinds. My head was on fire, I couldn't remember a thing from last night. I tossed the large quilts; they were pretty exquisite, yellow and some shade of pink

They weren't mine I could tell; I was never ready to spend that greatly for myself, or not yet. Of course, I could discern this wasn't my place. Living with

The blinds automatically opened making the rays shine brightly filling the whole room even more

"You sleep like a log" someone sounded behind me. It was him, it was just one drunk night but I knew that voice even in my sleep

"Just great" I replied shamelessly, "unmannered dude" I mumbled under my breath

He moved away from the bed and closer to me, I clung tightly to the quilt in my hands

"Do you know how you got here?" he asked scheming something nasty up for me

I wasn't letting him make a fool of me

He laughed at my motion, I turned fast enough to see him fake a serious face

"This isn't even romantic, you aren't romantic. In other books I've read, when these sorta scenes start it's usually breakfast in bed from the strange..."

"I think I gave you all the best romance last night, you could say we had dinner in bed with the way you kept yelling my name and asking me to not stop"

"It's just really rude to..." then it dawned on me; I hadn't been listening to him. "Wait... what?!"

He laughed aloud for the first time since our meeting; the first childish behavior since I met him.

I was been deadly serious and here he was, with his highly majestic figure and properly chiseled face laughing; this wasn't funny

"So.... um.... like we... I mean, erhm...." I stammered between words as I scratched my already messy hair

"Cut the speech, nothing happened last night. Except you snored the whole night and I had to crash in the guest room"

I stopped and stared blankly at him; my lashes batting like a stray angel. He stared back at me before tossing something at me

I stopped for a minute before noting it was my phone. It seemed alright for a split second then something hit me; I had my phone tucked away in my bag all night, had he been rummaging with my stuff

I stared inquisitively at him, my every look giving off the fact I demanded an explanation

as if noticing my thoughts he spoke up defensively

"It just kept ringing the entire night, I couldn't sleep and....." I looked up to hear his next line of words, he swallowed hard before continuing, "that's all, it was very disturbing"

There was some truth to that but not entirely, that look on his face betrayed his reversely calm face, I ignored these details; he could go to hell with his secrets I didn't even care, I just needed to know who would call at that time

Staring at the thousands of missed calls and dozens of voicemails from that person, she had not been in the states and promised never to call her, and now this....?

"I have to go right now," I said struggling to take off the sheets on my legs, I still had my clothes on from yesterday. He stood unmoved at my gesture

I scrambled amongst his things and found my purse finally, I turned, he stood there, the same position he was in 5 minutes earlier

"This is sick.." I mumbled under my breath. He raised an eyebrow like he heard something, I eyed him and continued picking my things splattered all over the ground.

"You are sick," I said a little more audibly, "Is this how you deal with girls?" I asked again before my phone beeped; it was a text

17 wingthom street, 5 minutes

"Elaine" I screamed as I rushed out