BRITTANY'S POV
I had no idea how long I had been out but when I woke up, I found myself lying in bed.
At first, I thought it was like the first time and he must have left while I was out again.
But a quick look around told me I wasn't in the same hotel room I walked into with Zayne last night.
Last night? I wasn't sure…how did I even get here? Did I pass out or something?
Or did he knock me out? I panicked when he called my name and that was the last thing I remembered.
Why did I feel like I missed something about him? He had felt dangerous and his name sounded familiar but I couldn't remember…
What time was it? Where the hell was I? Margie must be looking for me already and losing her mind.
Right, serves her right. Maybe she would stop dragging me into things so recklessly.
I couldn't tell what time it could be at all, the room was dark and the windows were too high for me to see out of.
Why did the room have such a tangy and dark feel? Like someone had been kept here before…for a long time.
Fear ran down my spine at that moment and I got out of bed and ran towards the door wondering why the hell I hadn't tried the door the moment I woke up.
But as soon as I pushed open the door, Zayne suddenly appeared at the door looking all menacing and causing me to withdraw slowly back into the room.
I blinked severally as I collapsed against the bed. I watched him lock the door behind him.
"What the hell's going on? Where did you bring me?" I spoke, my voice sounded scratchy and hoarse.
I blushed as I remembered all the shouting I had done when we had sex.
I shook my head to clear the thoughts, embarrassed to be fantasizing like that when he was right in front of me.
"You're awake." He said. His voice washed over me and I gripped the sheets hard to force his voice out of my head.
The more he stared at me, the more dangerous I felt he was. There was something about him…
New York, clubs…that hotel Bryan held his wedding reception…his gaze…no way. It couldn't be…
Please…no…
"Who are you?" I asked weakly, as shivers ran down my spine, my head already screaming the name I already knew.
The moment I recognized him…that was why his name sounded so familiar.
"Zayne Romano." My heart stopped cold in my chest at his words.
Oh God. Zayne Romano. Billionaire CEO of Zayne Pharmaceuticals. But that wasn't what made him so intimidating.
It was his physique, the stormy grey eyes and the rumors…
Zayne wasn't just some CEO, even his company wasn't clean. It was just a cover for manufacturing drugs that served as weapons.
The news leaked when an employee got fired but everything disappeared hours after the news aired.
He was also rumored to be in the Mafia.
But that wasn't the most scary thing about Zayne. Women flocked around him and they were always in a hurry to get in his bed, even though they knew.
Zayne hated women and for him, they were just sex toys. And I just got entangled with that Zayne.
"I can tell you figured out who I am from the look on your face. I suppose you know why you're here too?" He asked.
His expression was blank, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he stared at me.
I swallowed painfully as I noticed how his muscles bulged with each movement.
God, he was gorgeous. I totally get those women…oh for crying out loud, Brit, shut it.
I drew in a deep breath, and forced myself to forget about how ridiculously good looking he looked.
"What am I doing here? Where's here?" I asked.
"My private Club." He said. My eyes widened. His private what? Something clicked in my head.
Don Zayne Private Club in New York. Everyone who was anyone knew about the club.
What the hell was I doing here? My chest was suddenly throbbing. If the rumors about the club were also true, I was in big trouble.
"Why did you bring me here? What time is it? What is this?" I said all at once as I was suddenly feeling very anxious.
He walked closer to me until he was just a foot away from me. He leaned down and his hand reached out.
I thought he was going to touch my hair or kiss me or something but he grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head back so I was staring up at him with my neck exposed.
I gasped slightly as pain shot through my scalp.
"What are you…you're hurting me…" I protested.
His eyes darkened and his face remained expressionless.
"From today, you will watch how you speak to me, doll. You're mine now." He growled.
My eyes watered and my neck ached. What the hell was he talking about? Oh God, does he really hate women?
Was he as bad as they said he was? Was I his sex toy now?
"Let me go, please…I have no idea what you're talking about…"
His other hand closed over my throat, tightening slightly.
"You belong to me now. You're never leaving this place again." He said.
I coughed, but he didn't let go of me. He held on tighter and I suspected he only stopped because he was leaving room for me to speak.
"This is a kidnapping! You kidnapped me. My friend must be looking for me. You can't just take a stranger in a hotel room home with you…"
I gasped when he tightened his grip on my neck and didn't stop. I started to choke and scratch at his hand trying to get him to stop.
But he wouldn't budge. His eyes had turned darker and for a moment, it seemed like he was someone else.
Just when I thought I was going to die _ I was literally seeing stars already _ he loosened his grip and let go of me.
He stumbled away from me, his eyes reflecting a strange look, his hands clenched into fists as I scrambled away from him until my back hit the headboard.
What the hell? Was he some kind of psychopathic sadistic serial killer? Was that why he brought me here?
My mom was right after all then? The world did turn out to be a terrible place…
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked slowly, my voice breaking. I had to be sure…
"If you don't behave…all you have to do is stay still and be a good little pet, doll." He murmured and then he turned and walked out of the room locking it behind him as he left.
What the hell did that mean? Somehow, that sounded worse than getting killed.
What was I going to do? How the hell was Margie going to find me? How the hell was anyone going to find me?
What did I get myself into? Of all the men I could have had a nightstand with, it had to be Zayne Romano.
I could see my mom laughing from her grave. She could afford to laugh. This must be her karma for spitting in her face when I had sex with Zayne.