HIS ACCIDENTAL OBSESSION

Chapter 5

I woke up to an unfamiliar chill in the air.

My head felt heavy, as if something was pounding inside it with every movement. I slowly opened my eyes, but immediately shut them again when bright light assaulted my vision.

“…ugh…”

I clutched my temple, trying to steady my breathing. My throat was so dry it felt like I hadn’t drunk water in days.

Wait.

Where am I?

I opened my eyes again, this time more carefully. The surroundings gradually came into focus — a spacious and… luxurious room.

The ceiling was white, with a chandelier hanging from it that I had never seen in my entire life. The bed I was lying on was incredibly soft, so soft that my body seemed to sink into it with every slight movement.

This wasn’t… Aunt Rowena's house.

It wasn’t the club either.

I sat up abruptly, but winced as a sharp pain shot through my head.

“s**t! I can’t remember anything!”

I grabbed the blanket and only then noticed — I was wearing different clothes.

My eyes widened.

This wasn’t what I wore last night.

I quickly touched myself, checking if my clothes were still intact, if anything had… if something had happened. I couldn’t remember anything.

Nothing.

But why did I feel like this? Something felt wrong.

It felt like something had happened that I just couldn’t recall.

I let out a heavy sigh as I tried hard to remember what occurred last night.

The only thing that came to mind was arriving at the club with Roxie and drinking. After that… nothing.

This can’t be… I have no memory at all!

Something was stirring in my mind. Fragmented images kept flashing, but they disappeared just as quickly.

I closed my eyes and held my head as more images appeared — red lights… touching… an old man…

“Old man?” I blurted out suddenly.

“Ah—” I groaned because the headache grew even worse.

I sighed and lowered my hands, but my gaze fell on my arm when I noticed something.

Why were there hand prints on my arm? It looked like someone had gripped me very tightly for a long time.

I slowly touched the marks, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to remember how I got these marks and why I was in this place. I also felt a dull ache between my legs, which made my body suddenly go weak.

Did something happen to me? Who… who touched me? Oh my God!

While I was desperately trying to recall what happened, I jumped when I heard the door suddenly click open. I froze on the bed and instinctively moved backward as the door slowly opened. A man stepped inside.

He was tall. He had a commanding presence. He wore a simple polo shirt, but it was clearly expensive. His aura… I couldn’t explain it, but with his looks and posture… he felt like someone important.

His eyes immediately locked onto me, and I swallowed hard as our gazes met.

“W—Where am I…?” I asked softly, trying to hide the fear creeping over me.

“Let’s just say… you’re in good hands. Safe and sound,” he answered with a smirk.

I don’t know why, but instead of feeling relieved, I became even more nervous.

“Safe?” I repeated, glancing around the room.

“W-What about Roxie? Is she here too? Oh! Are you her boyfriend?” I asked, hoping my guess was right.

At that moment, I noticed a slight change in his expression.

It was as if I had said something wrong… shiit!

“She’s not here. She left you at the club,” he replied, and it felt like something heavy dropped in my chest.

“What?”

“She left you,” he added, making me frown.

“No… that can’t be. She wouldn’t leave me—”

“Are you sure?” he cut me off, silencing me.

I knew Aunt Rowena didn’t treat me well. She was harsh with her words, yes. But I didn’t think she would abandon me, especially knowing I was drunk.

Suddenly, I clutched my head as a familiar voice echoed in my mind.

“You guys take care of her… My mom has already paid.”

I didn’t know what to feel or how to react…

“What was that…?” I whispered to myself and shook my head.

“Do you remember something?” he asked. His gaze sharpened, so I looked at him.

“I—I don’t know… It feels like—something happened last night… but I can’t remember…” I said. He remained silent, just staring at me, so I swallowed nervously.

“D-Did you do anything to me? What did you do to me?” I asked, hugging myself out of fear. I became even more terrified when he suddenly smirked.

“Wrong question,” he said, making me swallow again even though my throat was bone dry.

“The question you should be asking…” He slowly walked closer. Every step he took seemed to make the air heavier. “…is what happened to you before you ended up with me.”

I suddenly moved back and pressed myself against the headboard.

I didn’t know why, but I had a feeling… he was more dangerous than anything I couldn’t remember.

And I was even more afraid of the answers I might get to all my questions.