Playing the Game of Temptation

CHAPTER 9

The next morning, I woke up with a terrible headache. I couldn’t even open my eyes at first because my head was killing me, it almost felt like it was splitting apart.

I stretched my arms and tried to reach out for my phone from the bedside table, but when my palm didn’t meet the wooden surface of my bedside table, my eyes snapped open and I had to adjust them first to the blinding light coming from the sunlight peeking through the windows.

That’s when the biggest realization hit me. I was definitely not in my room.

Panic immediately took over my senses and I sat bolt upright in bed.

Instinctively, I looked at my clothes first, or rather checked to see if I was wearing any. Horrified when I found myself wearing unfamiliar clothes, I quickly scanned the entire room and tried to force my head to remember everything that happened last night.

Breathe, Amy. Just breathe, okay?

I tried to take a calming breath but the gears inside my head were way too active at the moment and the fact that I am in a very unfamiliar room, clad in clothes I’ve never seen or worn before, didn’t help with calming myself down.

Why am I here? How did I end up in this room? Who brought me here?

Those were the endless questions in my head that made it difficult for me to remember what happened or what possibly brought me to this place.

‘Are you drunk, Amelia?’‘I hate you.’‘I really want to kiss you right now.’

Vague memories from last night began to flood my mind. I thought that was just a dream and none of that really happened.

Or maybe I’m still dreaming right now?

I was still convinced that I was dreaming until the man who I thought I was just kissing in my dreams last night entered the room. No other than Liam Bennett.

He saw me right away. He looked like he had just gone out for a run or just finished a workout because of the clothes he was wearing and the fact that he was extremely sweating.

“I see that you’re awake now,” he said as he fully entered the room.

I grasped the sheets closer to me in an attempt to hide, but it'd just make me look stupid since he'd already seen me. “Where am I and what am I doing here?”

“Are you that drunk that you don’t remember a single thing from last night, Amelia?” He questioned, drying off the beads of sweat on his face with the towel in his hand. “I tried finding your sister last night but the staff said she had already left. Maybe she thought you already went home first. I couldn’t find your belongings either and I didn’t know where else to take you, so I brought you here in my place instead.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Benn-”

“Call me, Liam.” He interrupted.

“Pardon?”

“We’re not at work so you can just call me Liam.” He instigated.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bennett.” I continued, ignoring what he just said. “I was really drunk last night and I didn’t know you were in the same place. I got confused about the room numbers, that's why I ended up where you were last night.”

He hummed, nodding his head. “Is there anything else you could remember from last night?”

‘F*ck, Amelia. You have to tell me to stop.’

The kiss. I almost got naked. And then I threw up at him.

Oh, god. Why do I seem to have a curse on clubs and randomly meet him there to make out or do inappropriate things?

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Bennett. I was really drunk last night and my actions were all because I was under the influence of alcohol.” I stopped mid-sentence, my eyes widening when I thought of something more horrifying. “Did I…I mean, did we…do it?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You mean had s*x?”

I almost choked on my own breath when he said the words unfiltered.

Of course, it’s just very casual for him to say that. I should’ve known from the very first night we met when he couldn’t hide the fact that he wanted to get into my pants.

“Yes. I mean, did we do that?” I asked again.

“Relax, Amelia.” He leaned on the wall facing the bed as he looked at me. “We didn’t. But I had to undress you because you had barf all over you last night. I can’t just let you sleep in bed like that.”

I felt more mortified after learning that.

“The lights were off. Don’t worry.” He added.

And as if that would somehow make things better. No, it didn’t.

I quickly got up in bed. I was determined to get out of here as soon as possible but, for starters, I don’t have my wallet and I don’t have my phone to contact anyone.

“I have to go.” I blurted out.

“I’ll take you home, Amelia.” Mr. Bennett quickly offered but I also quickly turned him down with a shake of my head.

“No, I’m fine. I can go home by myself. I just need to wash up first and then I can go home.”

“The bathroom’s there. You can use the spare toothbrush and towel inside the cabinet.” Mr. Bennett stepped closer to me and I avoided his gaze as much as possible. “But I insist on taking you home, Amelia.”

“I, uhm…” I can’t think properly with him this close to me. My senses were all getting a little overloaded at this moment. “Okay, but let me just freshen up first.”