“What are you doing?” I asked, my brow wrinkled as I jerked my neck away from him.
For a brief moment, I forgot I was in the company of a stranger. I was having such a terrible time heaving my stomach out earlier that I never even considered that I was alone in my room with a stranger, and that while I am here, I lack the strength to resist him if he did something bad to me because my body is deteriorating.
“Stay still, Anna. I am wiping your sweat from your neck,” he stated with such a frigid tone that I almost tensed in my seat.
Right now, he sounded pissed off. I am not sure why he is furious, but he should not be upset because he entered my personal space without requesting permission.
I was embarrassed to tell him, “I can do it myself. Take your hand off my body.”
My eyesight clouded once more, and I felt jolted, so I closed my eyes. Because I was disoriented again, I leaned weakly against the wall, my foreheads colliding.
Oh, how I despise this sensation. What I spew in my mouth is still lingering in my mouth.
I wanted to take a bath because I was already sticky from the perspiration, wine, and the fact that I looked like I was still bathed in vinegar, but I could not because I was still dizzy and could not stand up straight. If I force myself to take a shower, there is a strong possibility I will just drown or slip.
When I tasted what I had just vomited, my face flushed. It has a terrible flavor. I do not enjoy the scent of my breath either; it is a mix of puke and sweat, and who wants to smell like that?
When the man stopped wiping the tissue around my neck, I let out a sigh of relief. His eyes was fixed on mine.
I am uneasy beneath his gaze for some reason, and this sense of being intimidated by someone is all too familiar.
I slowly opened my eyes and raised my head to look at him. His ocean blue eyes are staring squarely at me as he stands in front of me. His brows are drawn together, and his lips make a thin line. He seemed to be simply suppressing his rage.
When I could not stand the intensity of his stare at me, I shifted my gaze away from him. I took a few minutes to calm down the dizziness I was experiencing.
When I started to feel a little better, I cautiously stood up. To acquire strength, I clutched to the wall. Because I could not stand on my own, I had to cling on the wall.
I was even moaning when I was on the verge of collapsing. Fortunately, the man who was standing close to my location was able to support me, so I was able to grip him. I was clinging to his arm.
He did not object and simply let me do what I wanted, despite the fact that his frown remained on his face while he stood there watching me. I moved carefully to the shower room, almost falling again.
He eventually caught up with me, which was fortunate.
He instantly encircled my waist with his hand.
When I realized my face had almost hit the sink, I almost gasped. He sighed deeply before assisting me in standing up correctly. His right hand rests on my arm, while his left rests on my back. He forced me to sit on the covered toilet and locked his gaze on me.
“Do you realize how obnoxious you are?” he asked, a grim frown on his lips.
“What do you want to do?” he asks, his brows wrinkled as he looks down at me. He is clearly annoyed with me, no, he is very annoyed with me.
As he made his eyes at me, his breath was raging. I was suddenly terrified of him. I bow my head and fidgeted with my fingers. When I am nervous, I play with my fingers to bring my attention to it and to distract myself from the fact that I”m nervous.
“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I just want to take a shower because I smell bad with the sweat and wine,” Iheard him sigh loudly. He seemed to sigh an irritated sigh at me.
After a minute of stillness, he murmured, “Come here.” I raised my eyes to him and stared at him with interest. He did not respond, but he did assist me in getting to my feet.
I just stood there and watched him do it.
When he turned away from me, I held my breath. I am not sure why my heart is racing so much now that he is looking at me. I did not realize he was getting near to me again.
He told me, “You can now take a bath.” What he stated perplexed me a little. I returned my sight to the already foam-filled bath tub before returning my gaze to his face. I finally understand what he is saying.
I said, “Ow, okay.” Before I removed my t-shirt, I gave him a big smile.
When I heard him sneer, I almost leaped. I was perplexed, so I quickly stripped off my clothing, fearing that something awful had happened to him and that he would be shocked, but I quickly stuffed my head back into the garments. I am not sure what happened, but I just discovered that I could not get my head away from my clothes. I tried countless times but could not get it out of my thoughts.
“Ahm, hello, if it is okay with you, could you please assist me in removing my shirt from my head, which appeared to be stock at my head?” I struggle to explain.
“Fuck! Fuck it!” he screamed several times. He did not appear interested in assisting me or even approaching me.
“Hey, could you please assist me?” I said again. Perhaps he did not exactly understand what I said.
He yelled at me, “Fuck, Anna! Do you even comprehend what you are asking me to do? You are basically asking me to strip you!”
The scream he let out made me cringe. I did not ask him to undress me, but it would be nicer if he was willing to assist me. I am having trouble removing my garments for some reason.
“Yes,” I said matter-of-factly, “because I cannot get my head out of my shirt.”
After a few moments, I heard him approaching me. He rapidly removed my garments from my body once I lifted both hands.
When I finally pulled my garments off my head, I let out a sigh of relief.
My pants were lowered as a result of it. I no longer wore our school uniform because we had already changed clothes before leaving the University to go to the grocery.
I sighed deeply as I finally removed my shirt and jeans. I shifted my gaze to Alessandre. I saw he was staring at my physique. I can also see him swallowing forcefully.
Only my brassiere and panty are visible. His neck and face were both flushed.
When I saw how red he was now, my brows drew together.
I drew nearer to him with each step. Before I got close enough to touch him, I raised my hand to touch him, but when I was about to touch his face, he stopped me.
His actions perplexed me even more. To hold him, I pulled his hand from my hand.
When I put my hand on his forehead, I was surprised to discover that he was not hot and had no fever. I was perplexed as to why his entire face was flushed.
“Are you okay? You are flushing, are you in pain?” I inquire, concerned.
I am still not removing my hand from his brow. I rubbed my two palms together and compared my temperature to his.
He responded, “I-I am alright.” He swallowed his saliva and turned away from me. I give him a strange look.
He said, “Take that bath.”
He still could not stomach looking me in the eyes. I nodded in agreement with what he stated. I remained motionless, waiting for him to assist me in stepping into the bath tub. I saw his furrowed brow collide.
“Why aren”t you in the bath tub yet?” he inquires, his gaze fixed on me. He never tried to gaze at my body again, I observed. His attention is fixed on my face.
I pouted to him, “Why aren”t you helping me? I might slide.” When he observed what I do when I pout, he cleared his throat one more.
He rolled his eyes at me and remarked, “Stop pouting, you look like a duck,” but his fast swallow did not miss my notice.
He pulls me into the bath tub with him. When my body fell into the bubbling water of the tub, it appeared that he could finally breathe normally.
When I abruptly stopped him, he was going to leave. As he looks at me, his eyes are asking.
“Where are you going?” I inquired, my voice trembling. He did not appear astonished by what I said, but he did not make it clear.
With a cheeky grin on his lips, he remarked, “Probably heading out to give you privacy while you take a bath?” Because of what he said, my face creased.
“No, you need to help me wash my hair first,” I say as I continue to point at my hair. Because of what I said, his lips parted. He did not look surprised when I mentioned something.
He initially refused to cooperate, but I persisted in harassing him until he finally agreed to do what I wanted.
When I felt his hand on my head, stroking my hair with shampoo, my smile expanded even further.
When the froth of the shampoo covered my eyelids, I was enjoying the relaxation provided by the warm water of the tub and the delicious aroma of the shampoo in my head, the stickiness of my body had vanished.
To remove the foam from my eyes, he immediately took the hose and placed it on my face. What transpired has made my eyes ache. The stinging sensation in my eyes went away after he rinsed my face with water a few times.
He then rinsed my hair with care.
“You know what? You kind of remind me of someone.” I stated as he is rinsing my hair.
“You remind me of my fiance, my future husband; he has the same blue eyes as you and the same name as you.” Actually, they have a lot in common with Alessandre that I”m aware of.
I whispered quietly before closing my eyes, “You even have the same aroma as him.” I had no idea what had transpired. All I knew was that I had passed out in the bath tub, exhausted, while Alessandre was shampooing my hair.
As if a hammer had struck my head, I awoke. The pain in my brain makes me feel like it is about to crack.
The alarm clock was ringing so loudly that I grimaced as I reached for the device to silence it. Its music seemed to ring in my ear, aggravating my headache.
When my alarm clock stopped ringing, I was taken aback. I was taken aback not by the fact that my obnoxious alarm had suddenly ceased ringing, but by the person who had done it. It is not my fault.
I rapidly opened my eyes to check who else was in the room with me, but I soon closed them again when the light dazzled me.
I shook my head, trying to recall what had happened the night before. When I could not remember what had happened the night before, I complained.
The agony in my head was driving me insane. I closed my eyes for a few moments before opening them again. As I scan the entirety of the room where I am, my brow furrows.
When I realized I was in my room, I let out a sigh of relief. What happened to me? How did I end up here? The last thing I remember doing was going to Aiden”s parents” house with Lyka.
Is Aiden the one who brought me to the house? What happened last night? I have no recollection of it.
I strained to shake my head as I shook my head. I returned to my bed and closed my eyes.
When I felt a heavy thing rest on my leg, my brow wrinkled. When I discovered I was not alone in my bed, it felt like cold water was dumped on me. As I felt someone”s breath on my neck, my body froze. A leg was also laying on my leg, as though it were pinning me.
When I felt a veiny hand on my hip, I became cold. When the person next to me on the bed abruptly dragged me closer to his body, I almost yelled. He is even smelling the back of my neck.
I did not immediately respond. My brain appears to have shut down and is not functioning correctly at this moment.
I took a few minutes to relax. I carefully stared at my bed mate when my system had calmed down. His razor-sharp nose was the first thing I noticed. My eyes practically sprang out in shock when his entire face was revealed to me. Fortunately, I was able to keep my screams to a minimum.
What the hell is going on?! What is Alessandre doing sleeping near me in my room?! With so much anxiety and despair, I lost my heart. I have no idea what I am going to do.
Okay, Anna, take a deep breath and relax. When you are upset, you cannot think clearly. Inhale and exhale slowly.
I gradually withdrew his hand away from my waist.
I exhaled a sigh of relief as I yanked his hand away from my face without disturbing him up. I also carefully untangled myself from his leg that had been holding me. When he withdrew his leg away from me, I was taken aback since it was completely wrapped around my leg.
As I eventually broke free from his grasp to me, my sweat spilled. Even though it is only the beginning of my day, I already feel exhausted. I kept an eye on the man who had been sound sleeping in my bed up until now.
But when I saw him move, I almost leaped.
I was chasing my breath because I couldn”t seem to close my eyes. I feel like I puked up everything I ate today.
Instead of leaving my room, I walked into my walk-in closet and put on some underwear. After that, I exited my room.
As I entered the kitchen, I was still a little taken aback. I nearly collided with the wall because I was oblivious to what I was going through.
When I arrived in the kitchen, Mrs. Emma was busy preparing us breakfast. My smile widened and I greeted her, though it was quickly obliterated when the pain in my head reappeared. I took a seat in the chair and leaned against the table.
Mrs. Emma said, concerned, “Oh, hija. What happened to you? Does your head hurt? Do you have a headache?” I simply shook my head at her and kept my eyes closed.
Is this what they refer to as a hangover? Was it true that I drank a much last night? I”m not sure. I still have no idea how I got home or why I was so inebriated.
I closed my eyes and massaged my brow with my hand. I”m having a terrible headache.
Mrs. Emma walked out of the room and into the kitchen, where she returned with a glass of cold water. ”
To begin, you should drink water to alleviate your headache “As she offered me a glass of water, Mrs. Emma said. I immediately drank it.
“Thank you, Mrs. Emma,” I murmured as I returned the now-empty glass.
I leaned against the table once again.
I would never drink alcoholic beverages. My brain, like the rest of my body, hurts.
I was perplexed as to why so many individuals desired to use alcohol. Alcohol”s bad for our bodies, especially if we drink too much of it, but many people still do it.
“Do we have medicine for the hangover?” I questioned loudly to Mrs. Emma, who was in the kitchen cooking while I was in the dining room, feeling miserable and suffering from a headache. Mrs. Emma would most likely not hear me if I didn”t increase my voice.