Stella stretched her arms as a yawn escaped her mouth. She slowly opened her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at the strange surroundings.
"This isn't my room." She slowly murmured under her breath. She tried to turn to her other side but couldn't. She felt some weight pressing down on her waist, restricting her movements. Her eyes trailed down to her waist and she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" There was a hand wrapped around her waist, holding her in her place.
Adam opened his eyes at the sudden shriek.
"What happened? Are you alright?" He asked with concern, sitting up as he looked at the girl lying next to him.
Stella was looking at him with her eyes popping out of their sockets. Her eyes trailed to his exposed chest, it was then she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Y-You." She said pointing her finger at him. "You aren't wearing a shirt."
"Umm. Yeah!" Adam replied giving her a sheepish look. "I don't have a habit of wearing a shirt when I sleep."
"W-What happened l-last n-night?" She stammered.
"You don't remember? Like nothing at all?" Adam asked her.
"I remember having dinner with you last night at the auction. After that, it's all a blur." Stella replied to him as she tried recalling what had happened last night.
"How can you not remember? How can you just forget after taking advantage of me?" Adam asked in return, giving her an accused look.
Stella laughed it off. Her laughter soon died down when she saw the sulking look on Adam's face.
"You must be joking. I-I couldn't have taken advantage of you." Stella looked at him with a worried expression. "I didn't, right?" Looking at his expressions she was having doubts that she might have actually taken advantage of him in her drunken state. 'I can't be blamed for it when he has such a drool worthy body.'
"Looks like I need to remind you of what you did to me." Adam narrowed his eyes at her.
Before he could get close to her, Stella jumped out of the bed. Her legs shivered slightly because of the temperature of the room. It was then she realized that she wasn't wearing the dress from last night but a white loose t-shirt that stopped on her mid-thighs. 'This isn't mine.' She thought to herself.
"Who changed my clothes?" She asked with a shocked expression.
"Me." Adam stated as a matter of fact. Who else could have done it if not him.
"What are you being so shy about now?" Adam asked her when he saw her face turning crimson red. "I don't remember you blushing last night." Adam continued as he stepped out of the duvets.
Stella instinctively took two steps back as Adam took slow steps towards her.
"Where do you think you are going baby girl?" Adam spoke in a hoarse voice taking slow steps towards her.
Stella's eyes darted towards the door but she knew that she can't reach it. She looked at the other door that was to her left, turning around she made a run for it. Adam followed her but before he could catch her, she disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door from the inside.
Adam knocked on the door a couple of times, trying to open it. "Stella, open the door."
"I am not opening the door. And I am not coming out either." Stella replied from the inside.
"Alright, I will just wait here for you to come out." He added as his lips broke into a devilish smirk.
He made his way back to his bed and took out a bunch of keys from his bedside table. He went back to the bathroom with quiet steps, careful not to make a single sound.
All the keys had a number engraved in them. Finding the one for his bathroom, he slowly unlocked the door. He peeked inside only to find her looking at her reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror.
"This shirt doesn't look bad on me." Stella murmured.
"I agree with you." Adam added he stepped into the bathroom and stood behind her.
Stella looked at his reflection as he took slow steps towards her.
Adam wrapped his arms around her as their eyes locked in the reflection.
"Where are you going to run now?" He whispered seductively in her ear giving her goosebumps all over.
Adam turned her body around and captured her lips with his own. He picked her up without breaking their kiss. He carried her to the shower and placed her down again. Without breaking their kiss he turned on the shower.
He wrapped his one hand around her back, bringing her body impossibly close to his. His other hand found its way to her nape.
Stella couldn't help but respond to his kiss. Their lips moved in sync with water running down their bodies.