My eyes fluttered open and I stretched languorously.

My muscles sighed, like they could feel the warm feeling in my chest. I looked around, as a frown settled on brows.

Where was I? I was in a room I had never seen before. It wasn't my room back home. I wasn't at Brittany or Tricia's place either.

I sat up in bed, my hand moving to my head. My head was wrapped in a bandage.

Huh? Someone treated my wounds...I must have looked a mess to whoever found me.

But who found me? I looked down at myself in a flash wondering if whoever it was took off my clothes and I wanted to know how badly I was hurt.

I had a bandage wrapped around my stomach too and I realized I was naked.

Whose house was I in and whose bed was this?

But the bed was really soft! A King sized bed, it was a master bedroom and there was a big walking closet as big as a room.

The room was painted in a midnight blue color. I gasped as my hands touched my hair.

Like my hair. That wasn't creepy...a lot of things in the room were a midnight blue color.

Maybe it was just a coincidence. Whoever lived here was just obsessed with midnight blue.

I didn't see anything special about the color of you asked me.

But how did I get here? The last thing I remembered....

My eyes widened and I looked frantically around.

Was I dead? Heaven would white and not midnight blue right?

I moved too fast and my pain shot through me as my bandaged stomach ached.

I was definitely not dead.

'You're safe now.' Those words stole into my head and I smiled.

Somehow, I remembered that voice more clearly now even though I had been on the brink of unconsciousness last night.

Who was that? Did the person bring me here?

I was in a stranger's bed, naked. I hoped the stranger was a woman.

There was enough lighting in the room to tell me it was morning despite the dark painting.

The owner must be wealthy to be able to pull that off.

Oh God, no. My stepmom would flip and I would probably earn a beating again.

It didn't matter. I had been through worse and her beatings didn't hurt anymore at this point.

I couldn't leave because I was naked and I couldn't go wandering in a stranger's house.

And the door could be locked...

I looked up when I heard the door opening, and then a man walked in.

My breath caught as he walked further into the room, his eyes fixed on me.

I was unable to breathe and I couldn't have looked away if I wanted to.

He was tall! He looked at least 6 feet and several inches, how would my 5 feet, five look next to him?

My head would probably stop at his chest.

And God, he was built. His work out routine must be crazy for him to maintain those abs, his shirt wasn't doing much.

And his face, his eyes...grey, dark like mine. Like they had seen everything the world had to offer.

But his facial features were more defined, telling me he was much older than my eighteen years.

So why the hell had my body suddenly gone hot? Why was my heart fluttering against my ribcage.

Those eyes...they swept over me intently, my nipples hardened instantly and I paled.

What the hell? I bit down on my tongue to stop a gasp from escaping.

His eyes darkened as he cocked his head.

I had the bedcovers over me but I felt like he could see my naked breasts and how my nipples were aching for him.

My naked breasts...my eyes widened and I screamed and pulled further away, as if I could disappear into the headboard.

"Who are you? Did you take my clothes off?" I asked in horror, my heart in my throat.

He smiled, making my heart slam crazily against my ribcage.

God. How could one man be this attractive? And why the hell did I find a man old enough to be my father attractive?

His wife could be in the living room with their children or something.

"You're awake." He said in a husky voice.

Damn, his voice sent shock waves straight to my pussy.

Unconsciously, I drew my legs together, clutching the covers between my legs.

My eyes and I gasped realizing what I just did and that he had noticed everything.

He walked slowly towards the bed, his dark eyes fixed on me, and stopped right in front of me.

I sat there, unmoving, staring wildly up at him as he leaned down towards me.

He smiled, no...smirked. What on earth was he so smug about?

"Did I make you wet?" He asked in an amused voice.

My cheeks reddened and I scurried away from him, stammering.

"What...I...you're...oh fuck me..." I exclaimed in frustration and he gave me a sly look and I face palmed myself.

Oh God. I was such an idiot. I peaked out at him through my fingers and he was still staring down at me, his expression one of amusement.

A knock came on the door and he pulled away from me to answer the door and I breathed a sigh of relief.

A woman about Miranda's age walked in. She was carrying a tray of food and in it was a transparent bag with my bag and belongings.

She held my shoes in her other hand. She dropped them on the bedside table and smiled at me.

"You're awake." She said with a smile. I couldn't help but smile back.

My eyes trailed back to the man who was watching me.

"This is Martha, my housekeeper. She changed your clothes, gave you a shower and everything else." He explained.

My eyes widened and I turned to her to thank her. She asked how I was feeling and then left.

I was left alone with the man once again and I tried to avoid his eyes as I reached for my things.

My handbag and my phone and the necklace Logan had given me for my birthday.

Seeing the necklace made me sick and I stuffed it into my handbag.

"What about my clothes?" I asked slowly, not looking up at him.

He walked towards the closet and then he walked back towards me and threw a midnight blue shirt at me.

Huh? Obsessed much?

Unable to hide my amusement, I teased him.

"Do you have an obsession with this color or something?" I asked, amusement in my voice.

He didn't smile when he stared deep into my eyes and replied.

"I think it's going to be my obsession from now on."

My breath hitched when I realized he wasn't talking about any of his things. So, he noticed the color of my hair?

I couldn't help the blush that crept its way onto my cheeks.

"Put that on. Your clothes were destroyed and there's no one but Martha and I here."

I looked up at him in surprise. He wasn't married? Why did I care?

"I mean my clothes are the only things here that will fit you."

I nodded and stared at him, waiting. He turned around and I got out of bed and quickly put on the shirt.

My cheeks colored as I took my panties from the things Martha brought up wondering if he had seen them.

I quickly put them on and when I was done, I told him it was okay to turn around.

His eyes were fixed on me as he suddenly walked closer to me.

Without warning, he grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against him.

I looked up at him in shock and alarm but got mesmerized in his eyes.

His hands moved to my hair.

"This color looks great on you." He whispered, his lips hovering only inches from mine.

I waited, wondering and hoping he kissed me.

ALYSSA'S POV

His lips hovered over mine and I stared up at him with wide eyes. I could feel his breath on my skin as he leaned in closer.

His fingers traced my jaw, and then my lips. My lips parted slowly and a finger slipped into my mouth.

God. What was happening to me? My whole body was on fire. I had never felt this attracted to anyone.

I had never felt this way with Logan either. It was as if I wouldn't survive if he didn't touch me.

But this was wrong. It wasn't right. I couldn't just let some stranger kiss me.

I should pull away. I should leave but before I can take a step away from him or entertain more thoughts, he closed the space between us and took my lips in his.

Fire erupted inside me and I let out a gasp. He deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing deep into my mouth.

His kiss turned feral and passionate and I clung to him, as I clutched his shirt.

His hands wrapped around my waist, gentle and possessive all at once.

My brain was screaming at me to stop, to push him away.

I braced my hands against his chest as if to push him away but ended up fisting the front of his shirt in my hands and pulling him closer.

I let out a moan as his hands squeezed my ass roughly. He lifted me up all of a sudden.

He carried me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist, my head tipped downwards as he devoured my mouth.

The next second, my back hit the bed and he only broke the kiss for several seconds to take his shirt off.

My throat dried as I laid on the bed panting and staring up at him.

He was so sexy. His sexiness should be a crime. He moved closer to me and his fingers worked quickly.

In no time, the buttons of his shirt were loosened and he pulled the shirt he had lent me off me, flinging it across the room.

His eyes darkened at the sight of my boobs.

I tried to cover myself up feeling ashamed and conscious all of a sudden.

I guess I was scared. He was staring at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Logan had always said that no man would ever want me.

But here this man was staring at me like I was everything he had been waiting for.

"You're fucking beautiful." He growled, his eyes fixed on mine.

Slowly, he pulled my hands away and I let him.

My lips parted, a moan slipping out as his mouth closed over my nipple.

His mouth on me was hot and feverish. How could he be so good at sucking my boobs?

I had never felt this much pleasure with Logan and this man hadn't even touched me.

My eyes fluttered close and I was slowly losing myself until the sound of my phone ringing shattered the atmosphere.

My eyes flew open and I moved away from him breathing heavily.

I stared at him with mad, crazy eyes.

"Why? Why would you kiss me? Why would you touch me?" I demanded, my chest rising and falling.

I scurried farther away from him, and grabbed the shirt he had discarded.

He just stood staring at me like all he wanted to do was to grab me and bury himself inside me.

My phone was still ringing. But I couldn't bring myself to move or reach for the phone.

Finally, he blinked and took several steps backwards.

A look of guilt and remorse settled on his features.

He ran a hand through his hair and my eyes followed the movement, and landed on his waist.

Where his pants hung low around his waist. My eyes went past his waist further down and I shivered, gasping slightly at the sight of his massive erection.

Oh God. He would break me in two with that size. I looked away, embarrassed, my cheeks stained with red.

"I'm sorry. For taking advantage of you like that." He murmured.

I looked up at him in surprise. He wasn't staring at me. Like he was too ashamed to look at me.

I couldn't believe he was apologizing. Logan had never apologized for anything.

My phone had stopped ringing at some point but it started to ring again.

"You should take that." His voice seemed to be the wake up call I needed.

I reached for my phone and my heart plummeted when I saw Miranda's name flashing across the screen.

Dropping the phone, I hurriedly put his shirt back on, I got out of bed and slipped my feet into my shoes.

I grabbed every other thing that belonged to me and my bag.

"I have to leave." I told him, my heart hammering against my chest.

I was used to Miranda's punishments whenever I got home late or didn't spend the night at home.

But she had never called me. If she was calling me, I was scared today's punishment could be worse than it had always been.

He nodded and led me out of the room. He wanted his driver to drop me off but I refused vehemently.

He called a cab instead and I reluctantly agreed.

Adrian. His name was the only thing I knew about him.

And I might never meet him again. For some reason, that left an ache in my heart.

But maybe it was for the best. He was old enough to be my father and yet I would have had sex with him if it wasn't for Miranda's call.

Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about how kind he had been and how he even apologized for everything.

By the time I alighted from the cab, and was walking into the house, I had forgotten all about him.

As I was dreading the fate that awaited me once I went into the house.