ISABEL’S POV

An alarm rang, and I stirred on the bed, stretching to reach my phone on the night stand next to it. Strange, it wasn't there.

My body had obviously not had enough sleep, since it felt sore all over, especially on my lower back, it was as if I had slept under a rock.

The next alarm blast was unforgiving and unkind, that I was forced to open my eyes in search of the torturous device. I realised I couldn't find my phone not because it wasn't on the stand but because there was no stand at all.

I tried to sit up and every part of me ached. What had happened last night? I felt like I was beat to pulp while I was sleeping.

"Oh! Where am I?" I yelled.

This wasn't my room. The blankets was as fluff as mine. But it wasn't mine.

Wait, blankets? Was I? I lifted it and looked into the blanket and immediately dropped it like I had seen the end of the world through it.

OMG! Why was I naked in a foreign room, wrapped with blankets like a sausage?!

I raked my fingers through my hair to find answers in my thoughts, only to find it all tangled. Both my hair and my memory were a total mess.

I looked around, the room looked like a hotel suite but it was empty.

What was I doing here? Was I the only one here?

Scared I dragged the blanket slowly upwards to cover my chest. As I covered up, the withdrawing sheets revealed a body lying face down next to me.

A man?!

"Ahhhhhh!!! Who the fuck are you?! Get out of my bed!"

Panicked, I shuffled on the bed to try to rise and the strange man, who was not as naked as I was, stirred and then groaned.

"What's wrong? Would you just stop screaming?" This strange giant of a man tried to reach for me and, I jumped up, blanket still in hand.

"Go away! Don't touch me!"

"Okay...Okay...Calm down." He lifted his hand in surrender before standing on the bed, making the grand bed shake under his power. He was dangerously tall and huge and muscular. He could pass as a body builder or a wrestler or the hulk. Perfect indeed to strangle me and dump me into the river without any evidence pointing to him as the culprit.

I eyed him and tugged at the blanket under his feet.

He lifted his leg and I dragged the blanket and wrapped myself properly. If I was going to escape, I needed clothes. I searched for my clothes as I spoke. "Why are we here? I mean where am I?"

"Don't you remember?"

"Remember what? That you kidnapped me?" There. My clothes were on the floor in the next room that looked like the sitting chamber.

"Kidnap? Cupcake, I didn't kidnap you. We are in a hotel, okay? You walked in here yourself. I wouldn't call it walking though, you were practically glued to me." With rage I looked back at him when I heard his smirk.

"What? What did you do to me? D-did you-" The fear accompanied with horror washed in and I began to scream.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I jumped down the bed and ran to my clothes.

"Be cool okay? You have it all wrong. We just slept together."

"No, no way, that couldn't happen." I yelled as a tear drop fell.

"Hold on. Cupcake, why are you crying?" He jumped down from the bed and followed me slowly.

"I will make sure you rot in prison. You monster." I knelt and picked my clothes.

"Hey, you agreed to this. To last night, it was a mutual agreement. Would you stop with the waterworks?" He frowned at my tears.

"An agreement?" I wiped my eyes. I had to see the lying monster properly before sending him to jail, then my eyes fell on the sheets.

"Yes. An agreement. You clearly don't remember. We are at Skyline Hotel we met at the lounge last night. Can't you remember anything?" He stood with his hands on his hips causing his muscles to stretch and bulge. If I wasn't already terrified I would have found him mesmerising.

"I see you are not only a rapist but a liar. You are the worst of them. I won't sleep with a stranger in hotel rooms."

"Cupcake."

"Stop calling me that, you monster!" I yelled and stepped back while he advanced slowly towards me.

"Look. You can call it a one night stand or a mistake. Whatever you want that would make you feel better, but I didn't drag you here against your will. Neither did I force you to do anything you didn't want to. Okay? You seemed a bit out of practice though but I didn't force you. Do you understand that?"

"Out of practice?" I repeated disgusted at the way he said it.

"Yeah," He nodded and again his annoying smirk emerged, “although you were kinda hot last night."

“GO TO THE HELL YOU ASSHOLE! EXPLAIN THAT.”

He wasn’t bothered by words, as his eyes fell on and couldn't leave the sheets I pointed at now.

"Oh shit! What's that?" His expression went straight from cocky to outright surprise, confusion and was that annoyance? I knew the colour had washed from my face how it did his, when he saw the bloodstain on the white sheets. What I didn't know was whether the sudden clog in my throat had also formed in his.

"I'm sorr. . . I didn’t know you are...were...a virgin. I have never slept with virgins." He said. Yes the clog had formed but not the tears.

"Just shut up you asshole!" I wiped my eyes and stormed into the bathroom. No, I needed to calm down myself and figure out what had happen last night.

I stood there, my reflection staring back at me. What had happened last night?

We were really at skyline. The towels, soap, hair brush and even the carving on the mirror said so.

He didn't look like a rapist or kidnapper, but I feared evil wasn't written on the forehead. Just like betrayal.

"Cupcake, are you okay in there?"

"Don't call me that." I shouted.

"What should I call you then? I don't know your name."

"Then who are you? A gigolo?"

"A what? How-"

"How did you find me? Tell me why I went with you last night?" I asked cutting him off. I was ready now. Ready to face the world. My hair was tidy now, my face although bare still glowed with beauty and rage. Like Cinderella with a man slayer sword.

"You were with your friend last night. Don't you remember that?"

Mel. Yes, I was with Mel. My best friend. Why did thinking of her make me ache even more? I turned to the mirror.

"There I was sitting in my booth and you showed up from nowhere all drunk. Your friend showed up a few minutes later and asked me to watch over you before running off. Then you returned and offered we had sex. You said you would even buy me. Remember?"

Stranger behind the door was still speaking when my memories of yesterday's events came flooding in. I lost my balance, tripped and fell, dragging the toiletries with me.

Melissa betrayed me, and what more hurts...

"Cupcake are you alright?" The gigolo was now on his knees in front of me, his large hands on my cheek, his large fingers parted behind my ears as he carefully turned my face to inspect.

"Leave me alone." I slapped his hand away and moved back away from his touch. I thought I locked the door, how did he get in.

Last night, I saw my boyfriend Liam and my best friend Melissa together. I witnessed them having sex in her car in the garage under this building. After their betrayal and having my heart turn out from my chest, Melissa had run after me. I had gone into the lounge and ordered a drink.

"She drugged me." A tear fell and I quaked. That bitch drugged me and I ended up here with this gigolo. How could she do something so horrible to me? How? Why?

I looked at the man currently kneeling in front of me. Everything was so blurry. I just knew one thing, everything that happened to me was on her.

"Who?" He reached forward and wiped the tear and I jolted in his touch.

I couldn't sit around here weeping like I was the victim. I was, but I wasn't a victim that wouldn't fight back.

I stood.

"I know you were doing what I had asked of you. But I was drugged. I wasn't in my correct senses, obviously. Please let's just forget it. It doesn't count." I said and instead of sitting on the bed I sat on the arm chair next to it and wore my shoes.

"Cupcake listen-"

"My name is Isabella Hensley." I yelled. He didn't need to explain anything. This was all on Melissa, he was neither a rapist nor a stalker. He was just a gigolo doing his job.

"Isabel. I can fix this okay? You just have to listen to-"

"How? Tell me, how would you fix it? How would you pay me back? How?" I couldn't bare it anymore.

Because he couldn't reply I continued,

“You said I can call it a mistake. Well that's what it is. A mistake. So can we just let it go? Take this as your payment. I'm out of here." I said and stormed off banging the door behind me as I searched for my car keys. Melissa was going to pay dearly.

Back in the suite the man sat on the bed, making a call.

"Good morning Sir." A male voice said from the receiver.

"Isabella Hensley. Find out everything about this name in an hour. I need immediate results, Luke."

"Yes Mr. Alexander. I will get to it at once."

Alexander disconnected the call, flung the phone on the bed and walked into the bathroom.