ELENORA

The throbbing in my head is fighting to overpower the pulsing behind my eyelids. And the awful acidic taste in my mouth keeps me from wanting to swallow ever again. My stomach gurgles and turns threateningly, so I decide to lay still for a few more minutes.

I lift my heavy eyelids but only make it halfway before I close them again. Oh, well, can't say I didn't try.

Get up Nora! You don't even know where you are, for crying out loud!

Ugh, fine. I blink my eyes open and start taking in my surroundings.

What happened?

There's a loud whooshing sound in my ears and I try to lift my hands up to cover them, but my arms are heavy too. Everything is heavy. I start to sit up, struggling to lift myself up from lying on my side.

A rustling sound reaches my ears and I roll onto my back, turning my head. I stare at the bare back of a woman with a rose tattoo on her shoulder. She's in the process of pulling a crop top on and then stands giving me a view of her bare ass before she slips on her bright pink lace thong.

I shift my eyes down over myself and discover I'm wearing a T-shirt that I know isn't mine.

"Morning." The woman's voice startles me. It's throaty and sultry.

I look back at her confused. "Where am I?"

She grins at me and winks. "The hotel suite."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Angela." She holds out her hand for me to shake and my eyes travel up the tattooed sleeve. I sit up on my elbows then reach over to shake her hand. Don't puke, Nora!

"Did I—did we, um." I can't even say it out loud. I kissed a girl once at a party, during my first year at NYU. It was nice, but I knew it was just something I was curious about then having been recently dumped after my first boyfriend told me he was gay.

I look over at the beautiful woman as she fixes her hair and applies lipstick. It could be worse Nora, remember that guy Clara woke up next to on New Year's Eve a few years ago?

Angela's raspy laugh snaps me out of my thoughts. "Oh no, sweetie."

"Then...why am I here, and why are you here? Where are my clothes? Who's shirt is this? I don't remember anything."

"Get out, Angela."

My eyes widen at the sound of Rico's voice.

"Chill, Rico." Angela catwalks over to him, standing in the doorway of the bedroom. He's just showered and only in a towel. His hair is dripping and I take notice of all the tattoos on his torso and chest. "The girl's freaked out. I was being friendly."

She leans into him and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for letting me crash here. I owe you."

"No you don't," Rico folds his arms. "Just stop letting yourself get fucked over by the same type of fuckers, Ang."

"You know me, can't resist a guy with a big...personality." She winks over at me. "Anyway, it was nice to meet you..."

"Nora."

"Well, Nora, don't let him get to you. He's all bark, trust me." She saunters out of the room.

Rico pads over to the closet and I take the opportunity to throw the blankets off of me and then remember I'm only in a T-shirt.

I search the room for my clothes but I don't see them on the floor or on any of the furniture in the room.

When Rico walks back out of the closet he has pants on but they are still undone. His black dress shirt is splayed open and I get a view of his Calvin Klein waistband. My eyes move up the chiseled V of his lower abs and his sculpted abs and pecks. Focus, Nora.

"Why am I here and where are my clothes?"

He turns to face me as he works the clasp of his watch. "We had sex last night."

I inhale sharply and start choking on my own spit. I have no memory of that happening and I panic. I look over myself again, realizing the T-shirt must belong to him. Is that why my body feels sore?

And then I remember the woman who was just here. "What about Angie?"

"Angela was part of it," he says, shrugging before he sits at the edge of the bed and pulls his socks on. Didn't she say nothing happened?

The room is beginning to go in and out of focus with my heart beating so loud I can hear it in my ears. I've never done anything like that before and I can't even freaking remember it. Old, familiar emotions of dread are creeping in.

"It was your idea, too." Rico's voice cuts in through my thoughts.

I run my hands through my tangled hair and then squeeze my head as the headache I'm having has quadrupled.

Rico begins laughing. "I'm fucking with you. Nothing happened, other than you were drugged last night, by some motherfucker and his friends."

I jump out of the bed, fighting through the nausea that hits me. "Where are my sisters?!" I move around the room holding on to the furniture to keep my face from meeting the floor.

"And where are my fucking clothes?!"

"Luna is home. Jackie is here, in the other bedroom. Clara is home now, too. Everyone is fine." He stands buttoning his shirt. "I arrived in time to keep those fuckers from taking you, Jackie, and Clara, in their 'I have candy in my van' car."

"What happened to them? To the men?"

He gives a vague answer as he tucks his shirt in his pants then zips up his pants. "They're taken care of." He smirks back at me as I continue watching him for who knows what reason. "Your clothes are being dry cleaned, since you puked all over yourself."

I don't realize he's throwing something at me until a pair of sweats smack me in the face.

"Wait, so why am I here? And you had sex with someone while I was in the same bed?" I look back at him with a mixture of disgust, anger, and sickness.

"I had a Dr come check you out, she said you were fine and needed to sleep it off, but needed to be watched throughout the night. Clara needed to get an MRI because of the blow she took to the head and Jackie is in the next bedroom, like I said. She was looked after too, by one of the maids."

"And yes, I had sex with Angela."

"You're demented! While I was sleeping?" I grab my purse on the nightstand and chuck it at him. He ducks and it slams against the wall behind him, the contents inside flying everywhere. I furiously slip on the sweats over my legs and roll up the waist to make up for the height difference but still have to roll up each leg.

"You're acting like I made you watch. I'm not into that," He says with a serious edge to his voice. "You were completely out of it. I made sure."

"What?!" He's out of his mind. I need to get out of here. "You need serious help. Like electro shock therapy. You need to be reset up here." I tap my head and wince from the pain it causes.

He begins laughing again. "Fuck. I'm fucking kidding. You can't take a joke for shit. Angela didn't show up until a couple of hours after we got here. She needed somewhere to sleep after the fucking douche she was with left her at a bar nearby."

I blink at his story, not believing it for one second.

"What?"

"I'm leaving. Burn my clothes. Where is my phone?" I look around and then I have a flash memory of texting him, but not remembering what was said.

He walks to the nightstand closest to him and picks up a phone from the floor and tosses it on the bed near me. I snatch it up and hurry out of the room without looking back.

I head to the adjoining room and walk in. Jackie's sitting on a chair with her head in her hands. She glances up, the wary expression on her face morphing into relief.

"Oh Nora, thank goodness you're okay."

"Are you okay, Jackie?"

"I'm okay, just shaken up. Can we go home?"

I nod, putting my arm around her shoulders as we walk out into the main room of the suite. I head for the door when Rico calls out from the bedroom, "I'm taking you home. I was just waiting for you to wake up. What's this?"

I roll my eyes. "Right, waiting for me to wake up? More like waiting to blow your wad," I mutter and then I jolt. "Ahh!"

Jackie looks over at me as I clench my thighs tight.

"What did you say?" Rico questions, walking out of the bedroom.

"Nothing," I quickly reply, not wanting to announce that the underwear I'm wearing is malfunctioning. I'm going to fucking kill Clara for talking me into wearing these to begin with.

"I'm going to use the restroom before we go," Jackie announces, heading for the hallway bathroom.

I brush past Rico to pick up the spilled contents of my purse, muttering how my life keeps getting better and better.

Turning around, I come face to face with him when the vibration of the panties zaps up against my sex. It takes everything to maintain my composure, as I squeeze my legs together while clenching my jaw. My face grows red as his eyes travel down to my crossed legs and feet.

"You really need to stop muttering."

"I don't need to do anything." I counter and then the buzzing hits me again only harder this time and I grab on to the vanity I'm standing next to as a moan echoes in my throat.

"It's annoying." Rico continues to bait me with a smirk.

"I'll be sure to do it more then." I force a smile on my face before I straighten and mutter what fucking idiot he is loud enough for him to hear as I walk by him.

Another shock sends me down to the floor as I gasp from the sensation that's causing my legs to tremble now. I look up and see him grinning back at me with the damn panty remote in his hand.

"You son of a b—ahhh!" I scream as another zap hits me.

"Color me surprised, to find out you have a kinky side to you, Elenora Borelli." Rico crouches down and hits the damn remote again and I struggle in vain to not let myself moan in front of him.

I grit my teeth to stand, glaring down at him. He rises, meeting my stare with a challenging grin before I take a swing at him, but he catches my fist, anticipating my other hand as it comes for him. He pushes me up against the wall. His movements are swift and I'm pinned to the wall, his leg in between mine, making it so my toes only skim the floor. 

He smiles at me as he hits the button again and with the added pressure of his knee against me, I fucking see stars with the vibration and hit my head as I throw it back in response.

"Stop fighting it, Elenora," he commands and for some unknown reason I do and an explosion goes off inside of me.

I open my eyes and he's watching me with hooded eyes, his lips parted. "You need to wear these more often."

I crumble in a heap on the floor when he steps back, my legs unable to hold my weight at the moment. He looks down at his leg and I'm mortified to see the obvious wet spot above his knee and I don't need to look down to know the sweats I'm wearing have a matching spot at the apex of my legs.

"Nora, are you okay?" Jackie rushes in and brushes my hair back.

I'm still breathing heavily from whatever I just experienced so Rico answers for me. "She's fine, she just felt dizzy. We'll head out after I change my pants. I got some of Elenora's—"

"I dry heaved and threw up a little on Rico," I cut him off, glaring at him as he grins. Jackie's phone rings and she says it's our mother. She scurries out of the room to answer it and I back up as Rico walks towards me, but the wall keeps me from getting too far. He crouches down.

"Relax, I'm just helping you up," He pulls me up. I still teeter but his hands grip on to my hips to steady me. I push his hands off of me and walk to his dresser and start rummaging through them until I find what I need.

"Sure, help yourself," he comments as he walks to his closet.

I wait for a beat to make sure he's not coming out and slip out of his sweats and my panties. I shove my feet into a pair of his boxer briefs and pull them over me followed by another pair of his sweats. They're way too big, but they'll have to do.

He walks up behind me as I roll up the legs. His fingers brush up against the skin on my hips as he rolls the waist of the sweats.

"Are you cold?" He brushes my hair over one of my shoulders and leans down. "You've got goosebumps, mia patatina." (My little potato)

"No." I turn to face him, glaring. "It's a normal reaction in the presence of evil."

Rico smirks. "It's a normal reaction when you're aroused, too."

I hold my breath as he steps closer to me, his dark eyes looking back at me so intently my chest hurts from the hard and fast pumping my heart is doing. He pulls his lips in before my eyes move back to his and his eyes are on my lips, now.

"You guys ready?"

"Yup!" I jump away and grab Jackie's arm pulling her out of the bedroom and out of the hotel room. Not wanting to look back, knowing the smirk that will be plastered on Federico Barone's face.

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