Chapter 82 - I Agree With You (1/2)

Stella stretched her arms as a yawn escaped her mouth. She slowly opened her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at the strange surroundings.

”This isn't my room.” She slowly murmured under her breath. She tried to turn to her other side but couldn't. She felt some weight pressing down on her waist, restricting her movements. Her eyes trailed down to her waist and she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

”Aaaaahhhhhhhh!” There was a hand wrapped around her waist, holding her in her place.

Adam opened his eyes at the sudden shriek.

”What happened? Are you alright?” He asked with concern, sitting up as he looked at the girl lying next to him.

Stella was looking at him with her eyes popping out of their sockets. Her eyes trailed to his exposed chest, it was then she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.

”Y-You.” She said pointing her finger at him. ”You aren't wearing a shirt.”

”Umm…. Yeah!” Adam replied giving her a sheepish look. ”I don't have a habit of wearing a shirt when I sleep.”

”W-What happened l-last n-night?” She stammered.

”You don't remember? Like nothing at all?” Adam asked her.

”I remember having dinner with you last night at the auction. After that, it's all a blur.” Stella replied to him as she tried recalling what had happened last night.

”How can you not remember? How can you just forget after taking advantage of me?” Adam asked in return, giving her an accused look.

Stella laughed it off. Her laughter soon died down when she saw the sulking look on Adam's face.

”You must be joking. I-I couldn't have taken advantage of you.” Stella looked at him with a worried expression. ”I didn't, right?” Looking at his expressions she was having doubts that she might have actually taken advantage of him in her drunken state. 'I can't be blamed for it when he has such a drool worthy body.'

”Looks like I need to remind you of what you did to me.” Adam narrowed his eyes at her.

Before he could get close to her, Stella jumped out of the bed. Her legs shivered slightly because of the temperature of the room. It was then she realized that she wasn't wearing the dress from last night but a white loose t-shirt that stopped on her mid-thighs. 'This isn't mine.' She thought to herself.

”Who changed my clothes?” She asked with a shocked expression.

”Me.” Adam stated as a matter of fact. Who else could have done it if not him.