★RAINE★
Bright light infiltrated my vision even though my eyes were closed. I groaned and opened my eyes, meeting an entirely different view of a ceiling. I turned to my right and met with a broad naked back closing up the curtains to avoid the light being shone on my face. My panic attack started slithering into me.
"E-elliot?" I asked, my dear could be heard from my voice.
"Try again, you're close." The deep voice sneered. I tried sitting up but pain shot through my waist and head. "Argh!"
"Drink this," The man turned his front to me and I gasped. Nathaniel Carter?! "It'll help with your hangover and also help you to remember what you did yesterday."
I looked at the direction of his gaze. A small white plate was placed on a tray, he lifted it and dropped it on my lap, I looked down and my bare breasts infiltrated my vision, I gasped and widened my eyes at him. "Did... Did we...?"
Nathaniel tilted his head with a breathtaking smirk. This man was too beautiful to be true. I'd usually never looked his way the times I saw him, I was too loyal and stupidly in love with his nephew.
"Yes we did, Kitty, drink the soup, now." I held myself from asking any questions at the moment and tried to cover my chest with the bedcover, but he was sitting on it and wouldn't let me pull it up. I look at him.
"What? I saw all of you last night. What's the difference this morning?" He darkly chuckled and I bit my lips, still trying to raise the bedcovers and I successfully covered my chest, drinking the warm soup while Elliot's uncle watched me.
What did he think of me? A vile woman who sleeps with her ex boyfriend's uncle? Where's my self-respect? My esteem? I had none as I was sure I was the one who initiated the whole intimate act. I was so ashamed I couldn't even lift my head from the plate, for fear of what he might do or say.
"Don't be embarrassed. We both wanted it." He said before he stood up and rounded the bed. My eyes watched him as he walked to the couch and picked up his black trousers, as I stared at the clothing, memories flooded my brain. I groaned and closed my eyes while I remembered every single thing that happened between us. I flushed red.
"Guess you remember." He gave a lazy smile as he came and sat beside me, taking the tray and keeping it on the bedside table on the other side. He was so gentle, but I dared not hope. Elliot had shown me gentle too, only to rip me apart.
My eyes moved to the chair, my dress was there, but wearing something like that in the early morning brought a migraine to my temple. "You can wear my shirt." I stared at him, wondering if he read minds, because how does he answer my thoughts so perfectly?
I looked down at the bed cover and he didn't need any more words to adjust so I could pull it out. I wrapped myself inside the heavy thing and walked to the chair, taking his shirt and putting on my body. It was large and stopped below my knee, untying the bedspread from my body, I carried it and dropped on the bed while Nathaniel watched my every move.
Sitting down at the edge of the bed, I remembered something very important. My phone! I looked back at the couch and found my purse laying there. I walked towards it immediately, opening the bag and bringing out the device. There were a whole lot of messages, I ran back to the bed and absentmindedly sat beside Nathaniel, checking the messages. Most of them were from Hailey and the remaining two were from dad. Opening Hailey's, I found a photo she sent. Clicking on the photo, it revealed a picture of Elliot and a beautiful woman. My throat constricted as I zoom in on the woman. She's very beautiful and somewhat familiar.
"You seem to be more interested in the woman than in the whole point of the photo." Nathaniel said from behind me, sending shivers up my spine with his deep voice.
"She's beautiful." I said, I didn't turn to look at him but there was a pause behind me before he responded with;
"You are beautiful too." I didn't know the man was capable of complimenting someone.
Turning over my shoulder to face him, I bit the inside of my lips, "I am?" I asked for confirmation. "Elliot doesn't seem to think so." I shrugged and watched his full brows dip into a frown.
"Do you need confirmation from Elliot to know you are beautiful?" It was a rhetorical question but yes. I needed confirmation from the man I loved—still love, maybe—to feel better. "Self worth. Haven't you heard of the term?"
No I've not. I have never, but I don't tell him that. Sighing, I turned away from him and looked back down at my phone. I exited the photo and clicked on the voice note sent with the photo.
"God, Ray! I'm going to fucking kill that cocksucker!!" There was a pause before she continued. Her voice was high and I didn't bother toning down the volume even though the said cocksucker's uncle was right behind me. "He's with a fucking woman! That man whore is with a fucking woman the same night he broke up with you. That bastard doesn't deserve you! One fucking bit! I'm going to really kill him, and you better not try to stop me." Another pause then a heavy heave of breath before she continued; "You should see what I did to his Bugatti. I bought red paint, we all know Elliot hates the colour red. Gosh, he should thank me for giving his favourite car a new colour." She chuckled mischievously before the voice note ended. I couldn't help but smile. I didn't know what I would've done without Hailey in my life.
"She curses too much. Your friend?" Nathaniel asked and I turned to face him again, suddenly feeling hyper aware of myself and my condition at the moment.
"Yeah, Hailey." I said, holding his stare. I never did so with Elliot, I always hid my gaze with a blush.
"I have a proposition to make, Raine Mitchell." I narrowed my eyes, wondering why he used my full name. "Marry me."