Waking up with a headache from hell is not for the weak. I lay in my bed, on my back looking up at the ceiling trying to get my bearings. Rubbing my eyes, I think about how much I must have had to drink last night. I stop mid-motion, wondering about the events from last night.

I remember having one heck of a nightmare. Gabriel and I walked the three blocks home, with Roxy flung over his shoulders. We got her comfortable in her bed, then I walked over to my apartment. Only for it to be below zero in there.

Once it comes rushing back, my body jolts up straight in the bed. Looking around, I can see this isn't my crappy full size bed, or my used furniture. I'm lying in a king-size bed, one that seems big enough for someone to have an orgy in. The furniture looks brand new, pristine with a gloss finish.

Finally, I remember, nothing from last night wasn't a dream. I didn't even have as much to drink as I recall. I had one beer, trying to swallow down my fear, that's quickly rising, my mouth is like cotton. Dryer than a desert.

"It's the chloroform. You have a water bottle and pain reliever on the nightstand to your left." The strangers voice comes from the darkened corner in the room.

I remember his voice from the recesses of my mind. It's the same man that broke into my apartment and stole me from my home. Ignoring his suggestion, I squint my eyes, trying my darndest to get a good look at him. All I can make out is how big this man is.

My eyes are adjusting to the darkness of the room, I can make out his frame. He's leaning against the opposite wall in the corner. He has one leg bent at the knee with his foot behind him. His muscular arms are folded along his chest, and what I can tell he's comfortable without a care in the world right now.

"Who the fuck are you?" I try to keep my voice level. Showing no fear, although if I'm being honest, I'm more afraid than I have ever been in my entire life.

"I don't care for the crass language from a young woman. It's unbecoming." He ignores my question all together. Telling me something I couldn't give a shit about.

"Yeah well, I don't much care what my captor seems to think about things. Being as I don't know you, have no idea where the hell I am, or what your intentions are." At the last thought, my eyes bug out of my head. I suddenly am on the urge of a panic attack.

Trying to feel if I'm sore anywhere along my body. I know there are demons in this world who enjoy to hurt women. What if he hurt me? I bite my bottom lip trying to keep the tears that are building within my eyes at bay. I cannot show any weakness with this man. He will eat that shit up for sure.

He drops his leg from the wall, taking deliberate steps in my direction. He's a man on a mission, on the hunt for prey, and I'm the destined target. With that thought, I back away, closer to the pillows that lay below my head, trying to put more distance between us.

Tightening the blanket around my body, I cling to it for dear life. I know nothing I do can keep this man away from me, or from even hurting me if he wants to, but I'll be damned if I don't put up a fight.

Once he's more in the light, I can make out his entire body from his nose down. I was right about my earlier assumption this man is big. He's well over six foot, with legs and arms as big as my head. I can make out every edge that seems to be cut with muscle in his chest and stomach.

He tilts his head to the side, and smirks at my lame attempts to get away from him. I notice the asshole has a dimple on his left cheek. That's all he needs, something to make him more mouthwatering. Did I really just think that? Snap out of it Eve!

He stops walking, and studies me from two feet away. I almost wonder if he can hear my thoughts, because that smirk quickly turns into a devilish, knowing smile. Straight white teeth sparkle back at me. And I can't help thinking how great of a smile this man has.

Then I mentally roll my eyes at myself. Thinking another nice thing about my captor. Real smart there Eve. A laugh cuts through my thoughts, and I have to bring my hand to my chest to make sure it's still beating. Because the sound that comes from this man is heavenly. I feel he doesn't do that often, but something inside of me wants to make him to it more.

"If I wanted to hurt you, I would have by now." He tells me as he eats up the rest of the space between us.

What comes into the light has my breathing stopping all together. This man is beyond handsome. He's a masterpiece from the God's above. He has the lightest blue eyes I have ever seen. They're memorizing. They track my every move. From the sudden tempo of my breathing, my chest moving rapidly up and down, to the movement of my throat as I swallow the compliment that wants to shoot from my mouth.

His hair is black, so dark that it almost looks blue. It's shorter on the sides, and the strands at the top of his head are spiked. It gives him the bad boy edge every woman loves to see. Once he's by the bed, he kneels down so we are eye level. Crawling slowly up the bed, whether to appear less threatening or sexy as hell I'm not sure, but my lady bits are enjoying it.

Once he's in front of me, our lips a hair breadth away, both his hands on either side of my body does he say something that makes me wetter than a tsunami. "And believe me my shooting star, I make it hurt so good, they always beg me for more."