AMELIA'S POV

I woke up with slight muttering around me. I opened my eyes and saw Dwayne's face right in front of me. I closed my eyes back. I was definitely dreaming. Inhaling deeply, I took in the intoxicating smell of musk and oak wood.

I felt something soft touch my nose and then it pressed my nose so I was unable to inhale. My eyes flutter open when I realized that I was not dreaming and shook my head. Dwayne was there holding my nose with his hand.

"Dwayne!" I winced as I sat up. My head was pounding badly. I clutched my head and pressed it tightly which eased the pain a bit but when I released, the pain came back crashing.

I looked around. I wasn't in my room. It was a very huge room with white walls and black wooden floor. There was small library in one corner and foot length windows at the other end. Black leather couches and a white table was in front of the windows. Beautiful and expensive paintings were adorning the walls. I focused at the view outside the window and gasped when I saw the window of my apartment. There were two other doors, one of which was opened and it looked like a walk in closet. I was sitting on this king sized bed covered up in gray silk sheets.

I looked down at my clothes and a gasp left my mouth. I was wearing a loose white tank top and white shorts.

"Good morning!" I abruptly looked up at Dwayne who was sitting beside me.

"Good morning Dwayne. Umm...what am I doing here?" I asked with hesitation.

"You came here with Uncle last night." He said grinning at me.

My face reddened. My memory was very hazy. I can't even remember what happened. I only remember drinking shots with Bianca. Nothing else.

"Enough. Get your lazy ass up Amelia. Your flight is in two hours." Bianca entered the room with a tray in her hand.

"Wh-"

"Freshen up and get ready. I've brought your entire luggage here so you don't have to go back to your house." She placed the tray on side table and dragged me out of the bed, "Now go get a shower. Search Advil in the cupboards in there meanwhile I'll get your clothes."

I just nodded and decided to ask questions later but then I noticed the same pregnant lady behind her.

"Hey!" I waved at her. Her expression changed and her eyes widen. She took a few steps back and scurried off as if she just saw a monster. I frowned looking at Bianca while she just shrugged.

I asked her to bring my little pink bag containing my undergarments too and walked into the bathroom with the towel Bianca threw at me. To say bathroom was beautiful will be an understatement because it was the best bathroom I've ever seen in my entire life.

Yeah 'Best Bathroom'.

There was a bath tub at one end and shower compartment beside it. There were double sinks attached to one wall and the rest of the space was just making the bathroom even more spacious.

I went over the sinks and looked myself in the mirror above them. I was looking like a mess. Some loose strands were picking out of my hair and makeup was all smudged. There were stains of mascara on my cheek and looked like if I was crying. I tried to remember again but my head started pounding.

I opened the cupboard under the sink and my cheeks went red on what I saw there. I think this is Alarick's bathroom.

Definitely it is.

I ignored his stuff and began searching for any pain killer. Finally, I saw Advil in the farther end and took two pills out. Using the cup of his mouth wash I downed them.

If you had told me that I will be waking up in some billionaire's bedroom and then find advils in his bathroom cupboards, few months ago, I would have laughed in your face and recommended you to go find a place in asylum. But this shitty life has always planned something else for me.

After taking a really long shower, I decided to get out. I covered myself in a towel. My hair were still dribbling since I couldn't find any hair drier.

I opened the door and peeped inside. No one was there so I stepped inside. My clothes were lying on the bed with my little pink bag.

I was just going to drop the towel when I heard shuffling inside the walk in closet. I halted my movement. Just then the person came out and I almost dropped onto the ground.

Can life get any more difficult than this?!

Alarick stood there dressed in his rich Armani staring at me if I was some type of chocolate cupcake and he would waste no time in eating me up all at once.

I rolled my eyes at him. Of course its his room. I can't yell at him to leave.

I just tightened the towel around me and walked towards him. I was right in front of him and I could see him stiffen. I sighed and using my both hands I pushed him back into the closet. He frowned but before he could say anything I slammed the door in his face and locked it.

"Open the door!" I heard his faint yell from behind the door but I ignored him and quickly wore my brown bra and panties, of course they weren't lace.

"Miss. Primrose, Open the door or I would do it myself. I have the key." I heard him yell again.

What?! He has a key!

I quickly slid up my dark blue ripped baggy jeans and wore my black tank which showed a tiny bit of belly. I was panting due to sudden rush. I noticed that he didn't open the door by himself so I just walked over the door and opened it.

He was standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets and pure amusement in his eyes.

"You know there's a peep hole in the knob?" he said and brushed past me.

My eyes widen. Did he just? What?!

I went inside the closet and closed the door.

Kneeling down I closed my one eye and tried to see through the peep hole and

Shit.

What a view?!

I could see right at the place where I was changing.

I opened the door with an extremely annoyed expression.

"Did you see me?" I asked looking at his back. He was looking at me through the mirror at the dresser.

"I am not interested in watching you naked, Miss. Primrose." He said with a stern voice.

Fireworks started in my heart. Thank god! I smirked.

"Oh! You just missed a very spectacular view then." I said raising my brows at him.

"But maybe I am interested in what's going on in my room while I am stuck up in my closet." He smirked and I stiffen with brows still in the air, "By the way, Miss. Primrose brown isn't your color." And he left the room with me all stunned and groaning loudly.

Ughh.

*

*

*

*

*

Update 'cause you ppl reached the goal! Okay so comment and voteeee!

Today's question.