Queen Pawn

Stranger's Sheet

I jumped out of bed. Sweat filled my forehead, breathing heavily. Then I noticed the room I was in—it was different. Ooh s**t, where am I?

Did he find me? But this isn't our house. I looked around, trying to understand where I was. I found my clothes had been changed.

I looked down at the duvet. I tried to remember what happened yesterday. I had a serious migraine given that I was drunk last night. And my stomach wambles.

Yes, I ran away from the event, went to a club, drank, and I was taken away… my brain was fogged. I couldn't remember anything clearly. Then came the voice again.

“Good morning, darling.” I looked up to see the most handsome man I've ever seen—then it all came flashing right back.

Fuck!!! I had s*x with a stranger.

I buried my head in my hands.

Yes, I know I f****d up, but I was drunk and f*****g betrayed by my asshole husband in front of the whole world.

But f**k it, he's hot.

“Good morning. Hope you had a great sleep, 'cause I did,” he said with a thick drawl, a smirk, and a wink.

Ooh, please don’t give me that sultry look. Never falling for that. Never, never again.

“Where am I? How did I get here?” I questioned, giving him a not-so-good look, scooting away from the bed a little.

“Slow down there, tiger,” he said with a hint of laughter. “You don't remember?” he asked.

Well, it’s not like I don’t remember… I just want to know exactly what happened. So I know how to take my punishment… and, well warn you, you're about to end up dead.

“Well, we had a great time last night,” he said, moving closer with the food tray. “You were all over me and, well, things happened,” he said, smirking at me.

“Wait, what??? You took advantage of an unconscious lady!” I retorted.

“Well… you weren’t unconscious. You wanted it, and we both did. And we went for it.”

“I was drunk! Not in the right state of mind!” I fired back.

“You sure didn’t look drunk to me when you were giving me a lap dance and riding me all night,” he said cockily.

“Ooh, that does it!”

Wait, I did that?? Lap danced and rode him all night? I wonder what style… doggy or reverse cowgirl. But that is not it now, slut!!!

“I didn’t do that. You took advantage of me, and you don’t have to be so vulgar. Yulk,” I spat with disgust, as if my mind hadn’t just thought some crazy s**t.

“Feisty. I like,” he said, smiling.

He placed the food tray next to the nightstand beside the bed. Good gracious, how did he know I was starving?

“Figured you might be starving, given last night’s…sports,” he said, smirking.

God, he's sexy and flirty and his voice… yhhhhhh.

“Shut up!” I fired.

I took the food and hurriedly rushed bites by bites into my mouth, taking water with each swallow, giving a huge gulp sound.

“Slow down, darling, there’s more if you want. You devour like you haven't had a proper meal in forever.”

Oh s**t. How dare he? It's not his fault. I lost composure, given how tired and worn out I was. He couldn’t dare say this in front of my husband.

Yeah, my husband!

Where is he? Why hasn’t he found me yet? Fear gripped me as thoughts of him came to my mind. My body suddenly went cold. I moved the food back. He noticed and leaned closer.

“Is everything okay, darling?” He asked softly.

“ I was just pulling your legs. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,”

He sat beside me, voice calm.

Ooh, not you… how am I supposed to tell you that I'm married—not just to anybody but a ruthless man who will kill anyone who lays a finger on his belonging. His perfect wife. His pet!!

I couldn’t risk another person getting killed because of me. I've lived long enough to never want to witness that torture anymore.

“Where are we?” I asked sadly, trying not to look into his face.

“My house,” he replied.

Ooh s**t, I know it's your f*****g house—it doesn't look like a hotel. Where the f**k are we?

“Where EXACTLY is your house? Country?”

“Ooh, we’re still in Colorado,” he replied. “Is everything okay?”

Ooh, he’s definitely looking for me—coupled with the fact I ran from the event and didn’t sleep home. He'll have securities,cameras, social workers on the lookout for me. I'm not safe. Neither are you, sexy man.

“I have to go back!” I said, standing up from the bed as I pushed away from him, urgency in my voice as it began to c***k from the tears I'm holding back.

“Where do you have to go? Go back where?” he questioned, standing up too.

“I have to go. I just have to go away from here, from you. Please, just pretend we never met—last night never happened,” I said hurriedly, trying to look for my dress.

“I don’t understand. What are you talking about?” he asked, confusion on his face.

“Don't worry, just pretend this—whatever last night was—or this… pretend it never happened.”

Now where the f**k is my dress??

“Where is my dress?” I asked.

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me what the hell is going on,” he fired.

Yh, no s**t. From frying pan to fire.

Hey mister, I owe you no shitty explanation.

“I’m tryna save your f*****g life, okay?! It isn’t done with muscle, okay?!”

He moved and pinned me straight to the wall.My body tensed and relax at his grip. “If it’s not about muscle, it’s about what? I’m not trying to die. Just tell me what it is,” he fired in a slow, commanding voice I could feel vibrating through my whole body. His breath mixed with my heartbeat, sending tingles down my body.

“One thing I know is you sure don’t look like you wanna go back to wherever you’re coming from or running to either.”

Yh, no s**t. I have no plans to go. I'm tryna save you. I’d rather be found alone than with someone.

He stopped me and took me back, gently placing me on the bed.

“Just tell me what’s going on. I promise to keep you safe.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. Flashes of my husband crossed my mind—his wrath, that night, the betrayal.

He pulled me into his chest, rubbing my back and threading his fingers in my hair.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now,” he whispered.

God, what am I doing? I’m running from one devil and hiding in another man’s arms.

Stupid, stupid Allie.

“So will you tell me what’s going on? Why do you think you’re saving me by running away? Who are you running away from?” he asked.

I didn’t know whether to tell him or not. What if this is all part of his plans? What if he orchestrated this?!

Part of me screamed to run. Part of me wanted to stay. Stupid, Broken Allie.

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“It’s fine. You can stay here as long as you want. I promise he’ll never find you here,” his voice rang in my ears.

“But… buh…” I stammered.

“Shhh,” he said, putting his hand on my lips. “You’re safe, Allie. I promise,” he said.

Part of me wanted to believe him. Part of me wanted to say no.

I just couldn’t go back to him. Not after everything.

He pulled me into his arms as he kissed my hair, rocking my back as I felt my pain and sorrow slowly fading away to his heartbeat.

Maybe this is my moment of freedom. A moment of peace, away from him who swallowed my life whole.

I know he’ll come chasing, dragging me back to that hell—but until then, I’ll let my heart believe this is real.