Mature Content 17+ || Savage Wolves MC Book Two
In the wake of tragedy, Callie never fails at staying positive. But, after having her brother and the rest of the club nearly taken from her, she's a little more cautious, albeit still upbeat.
So caut...
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•Callie•
Soft sheets surround my body.
Groaning, I turn over onto my back and open my eyes, seeing sunlight filtering in through the sheer curtains.
Sheer curtains.
My hotel had room darkening curtains...
Sitting up abruptly, I'm met with a splitting migraine that causes me to cry out and clutch my forehead.
"Ow..." Clenching my eyes and focusing on my head, I don't hear the intruder until after they've come into the mystery room.
"Good morning, Callie."
I scoot back against the headboard, confusion flooding my mind.
"Who the H E double hockey sticks are you?!" I demand, reaching for the lamp on the bedside table and grasping it between my sweaty palms.
Adrenaline wakes up my nervous system and I prepare myself to fight this stranger.
He laughs, casually sipping his coffee, "You can put that down. I won't hurt you."
"How'd I end up here? Where is here?" I look around the room and take in the elegant, classy design of the opulent bedroom.
Large floor to ceiling windows line the wall in front of me covered in tan, sheer curtain. A lovely settee and coffee table sit in front of the window facing the California King sized bed. Expensive artwork fills the walls in an expanse of beauty and color, adding life to the nude toned room.
"You're in my hotel room. In my bedroom at The Kilter. We came back here last night to pick up where we left off at the club. You puked in the hallway and I put you to bed." He finishes with a chuckle before slumping into the couch opposite the bed and continuing to sip his coffee that I can't help but think smells heavenly.
"You didn't—"
"I didn't touch you," He reaffirms with a nod.
Looking down, I realize I'm still dressed in my clothes from last night, completely untouched. A bit wrinkled from my, no doubt, restless sleep, but still in the same place they were before.
Also... wouldn't I know if something had happened last night? I feel certain that I could tell, and from what I'm feeling down there, everything is perfectly normal.
"Then where did you sleep?" I set down the lamp, sensing no threat from the stranger at the moment.
"There's plenty of other bedrooms in this suite. I figured I'd give you the big one for the night and sleep somewhere else, myself." He shrugs it off as if it's nothing, but I'm actually quite impressed.
