When I woke up, surprisingly, I was back in my own bedroom with a blanket placed over my body. Did Hayden carry me back here?
He probably did. Who else could have done it?
I had very fuzzy memories of last night and I must have fallen into a deep slumber before waking up this morning. The last thing I remembered was that I...
Hayden made me came so much as part of his punishment...and my body was still feeling the consequences of that.
25 more days with Hayden in this penthouse. That was the first thought that crossed my mind when I woke up. I didn’t put up a calendar to strike out the days that had passed because there was no need to. I would accurately count down the days until these 30 torturous days ran out and I could return to my normal life.
I showered, got dressed in casual clothes and left my bedroom. This has become my morning routine since I moved into this penthouse. As usual, I didn’t expect to see Hayden today. I thought that just like the other days, Hayden would be out and avoid contact with me.
However, it seemed that today Hayden had other plans in mind as he sat there at the dining table eating chocolate cake and sipping tea from a blue and white porcelain teacup.
Chocolate cakes and tea did not suit the image that I had of him at all. He seemed so at peace and unlike his drunken self from the nights before. I watched him silently as I felt a heat rise in my face as I remember what he did to me last night...
Sure, I broke the rule, but it wasn’t intentional. It was an emergency, and I did it for his own good. What he did was clearly wrong, and I could feel his touch on my skin even though I’ve taken a good long shower.
Unlike before, I knew now that he wasn’t drunk and that he remembered everything that transpired between us the night that I entered his room and he definitely remembered what happened between us last night. I hated the fact that we lived together because that meant that I had no real place to hide, not that I could hide away from him forever.
"I wasn’t...staring," I denied softly.
"Oh yeah? Well, not that it matters," Hayden replied without a care.
Hayden went back to pretending that I didn’t exist as he sighed and continued typing on his phone faster as his brows knitted together. Soon after, his phone started vibrating and he cursed under his breath before answering the call.
"I told you that I’m not going..." Hayden said loudly.
Clearly, he did not mind if I overheard his conversation. Although, I had to say that I had no idea what he was talking about or who he was talking to.
"Fuck it...it doesn’t matter to me. I’m not going," Hayden spat through the phone, his brows furrowing in annoyance.
After what seemed like a short while of convincing from the other end of the line, Hayden heaved a loud sigh as he ran his fingers through his blond hair. He looked bored, annoyed, and very frustrated at best.
Whoever was on the other end of the line was probably pestering him to do something that he didn’t want to do or go somewhere that he didn’t want to go.
"Fine. I guess I do owe you from before...I’ll get you out of this one..." Hayden said in defeat as he heaved a sigh.
--To be continued...