"I'm not following you." I crossed my arms over my chest defiantly.

"You are already outside, we may as well leave." William rolled his eyes.

"You leave, you go." I turned away.

"I'll throw you over my shoulder if I have to Ophelia." He warned.

"You wouldn't." I stared at him warily.

"Oh yes, I would."

I yelped as he came closer then quickly put my hands up, "okay, okay, I'll follow you!"

"Good girl." He smiled and stepped back.

"You're a brute," I harrumphed but he didn't respond till we reached his car.

"Get in," he pointed. I put in extra effort to eye him distastefully before entering the passenger side. He leaned down and his face came close to mine as he worked the seatbelt. "Stay put."

"I'm not a dog." I frowned.

"No, more like a mountain lion or coyote." He chuckled before shutting the door and walking to the other side to get into the driver's seat.

"I don't like you," I complained as the car started moving.

"You said it before."

"You're so mean."

"I know."

"Very mean."

"I know that too."

"But I was still worried," I deflated.

"About?" He briefly glanced at me.

"You. I was worried and came to look for you but then, you said it was all my fault. It made me feel guilty," my lips turned down, "and angry too, so I said all those things I didn't really mean."

"You–"

"I shouldn't have laughed either," I sighed loudly and leaned my head against the window, "the stalker, I shouldn't have laughed."

"It's okay." He glanced at me again.

"It isn't," my head moved side to side against the glass, "but because it's you I shouldn't feel guilty either, right?"

"No, you shouldn't."

"There goes noble William again, you're so annoying." I mumbled but he only smiled. Still feeling nonplussed, I reached for the radio and turned it on.

"Oh oh, I know this song!" I clapped happily then sloppily followed the lyrics, "what you sippin' on that got you talkin' crazy? Lookin' at me sideways, always comin' at me, why you, why you, actin' hard, when you're just a baby..."

William sighed.

"Sing!" I poked his arm.

"No,"

"No," I mimicked his gruff voice, "have you lost your mind?" I sang in time with the song and William now spared me another side glance. I ignored him and continued to quite loudly, follow the rest of the lyrics.

"Okay, that's enough radio time for you." William said before the song was even over and annoyingly turned the the radio off.

"You see why I don't like you," I grumbled.

"You're not singing, you're yelling and don't mimick me," he added before my lips could move.

"I wasn't going to mimick you," I totally was.

He side eyed me disbelievingly. A few minutes later, the car stopped and I opened the door then stepped down. "Hey, this is your apartment not mine."

"Good to know you are coherent enough to tell the difference. Mine was closer and the better option." He held my hand, moving me along with him, like I was a toddler and he, a fussing mummy.

"You should drink water, you might pass out soon." William said once we were inside his apartment.

"I'll take a scotch on the rocks instead." I replied while following him into his kitchen.

"Here," He tried handing me a bottle of water.

"You come, ruin my fun, bring me to your house and then give me water," I complained not collecting the bottle from him.

"If you don't drink this water now, your headache will be extra terrible in the morning."

"I don't want it." I refuted adamantly.

"Fine, time to go to bed then, let's go."

"We are going to bed, together?"

"Not lik–"

"Don't be shy, you could have explained this to me earlier. I mean I still don't like you but I'm sure we can make it work," I interrupted his speech with a laugh and loosely placed my arms around his neck. My heeled boots brought me nearly face to face with him.

"I should have left you at the club."

"Pretender," I grinned then grabbed his butt. His eyes widened and I winked, "you are so shy, let me," my lips puckered up in an attempt to kiss him but he pushed my face away.

"I thought I was done dealing with all drunk versions of you, now this, the horny drunk." He sighed then in one motion swooped me up into his arms.

"Oh, wow." I giggled and held unto his neck tightly. With quick strides, he walked up the stairs and entered a room where he slowly dropped me on the bed. He started to move away but my fingers quickly clutched to the front his shirt, pulling him to me, "shyness isn't a good look on you big boy."

"How about you try this again when you're not completely out of your element and drunk?" He pried my fingers off and moved away.

"You're no fun." I yawned. He walked towards a door and I now remembered, this was his room. Standing up from my sprawled position on the bed, I headed for the door too. I opened it and found him, with his back to me, in the process of removing his shirt.

"I'm sure this is assault now Ophelia," I heard him grumble as I rested my head on his back and wrapped my arms around his bare chest.

"But I just want to touch, you look so strong."

"You are a handful." He removed my hands yet again and turned to face me wearing a stern look.

"You're just playing hard to get."

"I'm simply not interested."

"Then why was your heart beating so fast?"

Either it was my wanning state of mind or the lighting of the closet or it really just happened, but his cheeks slightly tinged red before he cleared his throat and asked, "what will it take for you to leave me alone?"

"Kiss me." I smiled coquettishly.

"No." He said blankly and I pouted.

"Trust me, you'll be thanking me in the morning."

"Fine, get out."

"This is my closet."

"And I want to change my clothes as well." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Into what?"

"Your clothes."

"Just, don't break anything." He said before walking out, muttering something about saints, control and revenge. I mindlessly looked through the shelves and grabbed what appeared to be a white t-shirt. Fumbling out of my top took a lot of energy so I just wore the white shirt over my skirt and boots. I stumbled a bit as I walked out of the closet.

"You say you don't want to sleep with me but you're on my bed." I tsked.

"I'm not leaving you this drunk in another room, who knows what you'll do." He paused then tilted his head a bit. "Come here, let me help you out of your boots." He sat up placing his feet on the ground. I eagerly walked over to him, sat on his thighs and held on to his shoulders.

"You were extremely frustrating tonight Ophelia." He pulled away hair from my face and I smiled. "You'll eventually remember everything tomorrow and probably be regretful and embarrassed." He finished with a small smile then focused on removing my boots.

"Now promise me you'll stay in your position and won't move," William said after putting my boots aside.

"I promise." I crossed my fingers behind my back.

"If you break it, I'll really throw you out of the apartment."

"Okay sir." I smiled innocently.

He didn't move till I was at the far end of the bed. I silently went under the covers and yawned again. After a few beats, the bed dipped. Smiling conspiratorially, I rolled over till I was next to him then wrapped my arms and legs around him.

"You promised," he scolded.

"My fingers were crossed." I giggled.

"You are a fucking minx Ophelia." His chest rumbled.

"Goodnight Will," I murmured into his back before passing out.

***

My eyes slowly fluttered open. I looked around but my sight was still unclear. I turned and my brain seemed to shift from its position as well. What happened yesterday? The club. My head hurt like hell and my mind was almost completely blank—I definitely had a little too much to drink last night.

The softness of the bed and pillow beneath me instantly told me it wasn't mine. Did I go home with someone last night? My sight cleared a bit and I noticed the shirt I wore was certainly not mine either.

I winced.

In my memories, I could faintly remember Jo and I, dancing and drinking. Every other moment after that was nil. My right hand moved to my forehead and I sighed deeply.

The bed covers shifted and it was then my head slowly turned to the side. There was a man beside me, a shirtless man. I looked around the room again; the room now seemed uncannily familiar. Panic swelled in me. I sat up, ignoring the pain the movement caused my head. The man turned again making his face finally visible.

I nearly fainted.

William?!

"You are awake," he yawned and sat up as well.

"How– did I? Did we? Oh my God," I placed my hands over my mouth.

"We didn't, thanks to me." He shook his head and I instantly grimaced.

"I was horny drunk wasn't I?" I groaned heavily and ran my fingers through my tangled hair.

"I'm considering issuing an assault suit. It was bloody, you were all over me," His face was serious and he stood up from the bed. As he stretched, his pectorals and lower abdominal muscles became taut with the movement. My eyes didn't dare to wonder lower to his low hanging pajama bottoms. "And you still continue to ogle me, you need to be put behind bars."

"I wasn't–"

"Save your argument for court, you'll only hurt your head now." He cut off my words then walked out of the room. I groaned again and kicked the covers. Stupid girl, just what did you do last night?

William returned to the room with a small tray containing a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol.

"Uh, is my purse downstairs?"

"Should be in my car."

"Okay," I cleared my throat then bit my lower lip, "so you were at the club last night then?"

He murmured a yes.

"Did you change me?" I peered down at the white t-shirt and he grinned.

"Maybe, maybe not," He dropped the tray on the bedside table next to me, "I have spare toothbrushes and all other things you might need in the bathroom."

He left the room and I stood up and walked to the bathroom. The reflection of the woman in the mirror made me cringe. My makeup was smudged and my hair was full of tangles plus, my breath reeked. I halfheartedly searched around for wipes and oddly found some. Methodically, I wiped away the remainder of the makeup on my face then thoroughly washed my face and mouth. I brushed my hair as best as could be done then smiled at my reflection.

I still looked hungover.

After taking the tylenol, I walked downstairs and found William moving about in the kitchen. A memory of me throwing my arms around him, smiling flirtatiously then grabbing his butt suddenly appeared in my mind's eye and I gasped.

***