Eva's eyes suddenly flew open, and she sat up quickly as her heart palpitated rapidly. She realised she had woken up inside a large room. The light in the room was bright. After looking around and observing the furnishings of the room, she noted that this room looked quite luxurious.
'Where am I? What's with this extravagant room? Am I dreaming?' These questions popped into her mind as she sat there on the bed, still unmoving. Then her head throbbed painfully. It felt as though a gigantic hand was continually squeezing her brain, trying to turn it into mush. Her hand flew to her head. And then she remembered what happened. She recalled that she entered a bar and decided to get a strong alcoholic drink. And she even asked the bartender to make it extra strong. It was no wonder she had gotten drunk. She remembered there was also a man involved somehow, but she could not remember his face.
She could only remember herself putting her hand in his.
Her eyes flew wide open at a sudden thought.
'Oh my god!' she frantically checked herself, patting herself and taking stock of how she felt overall. She was still wearing her business suit and did not feel that her body was any different than usual. It was only her shoes and blazer that were not on her. After a quick scan, she saw the missing items neatly arranged on a chair beside the bed she was in. Her glasses were there too.
She let out a relieved sigh.
'Nothing should have happened to me, right? I don't feel anything amiss.' She checked herself over again. And then she buried her face in her palms. 'Did that man bring me here? Oh my god, Eva… what have you gotten yourself into!'
She finally pulled herself and rose from the bed. 'Oh God, I stink like the sewers! Ugh!' She scrunched her nose and grabbed her shoes and jacket and wore her glasses.
Barefooted, she stepped out of the room, and she gaped at the extravagant house.
'Oh… my… sweet lord… am I inside an ancient chateau? Where on earth am I?' Her eyes almost bugged out of their sockets as she looked around. The place was massive and lavishly furnished. Every single thing seemed to cost a considerable sum.
She rushed towards the grand staircase. 'Marble steps… bronze handrails, chandeliers, ballrooms… this is definitely a house built in the 1800s!'
When she reached the ground floor, she saw a gigantic fireplace with exquisite marble mantles and mirrored panels. 'Oh damn! There's even a wicked fireplace too! How did I end up in a place like this?'
She looked around, mouth hanging open. The spacious place was empty.
Eva rushed towards the massive double doors. But before she could touch the doorknob, a voice sounded out and almost jolted her out of her own skin.
"Escaping already, little kitten?" The voice was sinfully magnetic, and she felt inescapably drawn to it even before seeing the owner of that voice. Her skin prickled but not in an uncomfortable manner.
Eva whipped around and saw who that voice belonged to. It was the beautiful man she met at the bar! She suddenly remembered his face after looking at him now. He was wearing a dark robe and his hair was damp. A glass of wine was held languidly in his hand.
"You… where am I?" She demanded, while trying to hide the fact that her heart was thumping wildly in its cage.
"In hell." He smiled. A devilish smile.
"What?" Eva creased her brows, taken aback by his answer. 'Was he trying to be funny?'
He chuckled. "Did you not tell me earlier that you wished to meet with the devil?" A devilishly sensual smile swept across those thin but sexy lips. She could feel her blood rushing to her head at the very strange attraction she felt at his smile. This man felt like trouble!
Eva glared at him aggressively. 'Is this man trying to play games with me…' Then in a flash, she suddenly remembered the things she had said to him in the club. She could feel herself choke on the words that she was about to shout out at him, and she faced palmed. She could barely hold in the groan that was threatening to escape past her lips. 'Ugh… how embarrassing!' And she screwed her eyes shut. Thankfully she had not yelled out those embarrassing words of disapproval. She would probably die of embarrassment if she had to apologise for her rudeness after being so brash. She praised whatever god that was watching over her for helping her withhold her poisonous tongue. She sweat-dropped as she saw a sexy and indolent smile curve on his lips.
He walked closer to her. And then his forefinger was suddenly pressing gently but firmly on the lines gathered between her brows.
"Easy there, pet –" his voice sounded out and Eva felt as though it was a velvet blanket being pulled over her sensitive skin. It gave her a weird sensation of a mix of both warmth and causing her to shiver at the same time.
She caught his wrist and glared at him. "Don't call me that. I'm not your pet!"
He chuckled then sighed. "You are being too serious, pet. Loosen up a bit –" She flung his wrist aside and gave a very unladylike snort at him.
"I'm leaving. Thank you and sorry for the trouble I caused." Her words were curt, dismissive, and did not encourage further continuation for conversation.
She turned and faced the door but…
"Wait." He slammed his palm against the door right before her, making her heartbeat drum wild again. Then he bent and whispered in her ear. "If you think a simple thank you and sorry is enough for me… then I will forward you my apologies. Sorry to disappoint you, Little Kitten, but this devil won't be satisfied just by that alone. Especially, not after all the things that you did."
Eva swallowed. 'Huh? Wait… Things I did? What did I do?'
"It seems you've yet to remember what you did, huh? Fine, then. I guess I'll have to show you some evidence to convince you that I am not simply making things up." Eva shivered again at that mellow and sexy baritone that sounded just beside her ear.
"E-evidence?" Eva stammered. He had some kind of evidence against her?!
"Here's the evidence, pet."
Reluctantly, Eva turned around and saw him pulling on the ties that was keeping his robe closed.
Then with a languorous smile on his face, he murmured sexily. "Right here, Little Kitten."
His long tapering finger reached up and pointed at the two very obvious marks – one hickey and one bite mark- that were decorating his neck and Eva's eyes widened in shock.