ARTEMISIA
The cool wind caressed my face and I tossed about on the bed for a while, before getting up.
My eyes drifted to the other side of the bed and I noticed Sin wasn't there. Maybe he had slept in the other room.
Good for him.
It wasn't like I was comfortable with sharing a room with him. I enjoy having a room to myself even back at home.
I shared a room with Emma, but whenever she went for a sleepover as she often does in her friend's house, I enjoyed the serenity of the room and didn't have to worry about being kicked out of the bed.
Also, I was glad he hadn't slept here because I didn't know how I would face him after what he had done to me last night.
I couldn't remember the last time I had gotten spanked that way, because I hadn't!
No matter what I did. I wasn't spoiled like Emma and I wasn't rebellious either.
I was the goody-two-shoes in my group of friends and had often fantasized about a lot of things.
Now, I know all I had thought of were just wishful thinking as far as I was concerned.
My stomach grumbled loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I couldn't remember what I ate last night. But, I could remember drinking myself to stupor.
My head hurts as well as my eyes from crying too much. My throat felt as if I had sawdusts in it and my spit was sticky.
I needed to quench my thirst before thinking of anything. Yet, the thought of water made me want to hurl.
I patted my taut tummy as nausea danced about in it. I breathed in and out slowly as it regurgitated to my throat, only for it to go back down again.
"What now?" I grunted as a knock sounded on the door.
I rolled my eyes as Sin's head peeked into the room. At least he looked good and didn't look as if he was about to barf around the room.
"Considering the look on your face, I believe you didn't have a great night."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Anyways, I came to see if you are still alive and not dead."
"I'm glad you care," I mumbled, sarcastically.
"Can you just leave? I don't feel like talking to you or seeing your face." I added, kneading my throbbing temple.
"You should be thankful I saved you last night from whatever had appeared before you instead of being dismissive." He said.
I stared at him and saw his eyes darkened for some minute before they swirled to their usual colour.
"I didn't need help because the animal didn't even want to hurt me." I shrugged, climbed down from the bed and took a step forward.
I realized it was an awful idea as my head became woozy and my eyes dimmed.
"Woah!" Sin darted to my side, gripping me before I could fall.
"You see sweetheart, I'm saving you yet again." He rasped in my ears.
"Thank you," I said, gripping his hand.
"Let me get you some drugs."
I nodded, sitting on the bed whilst waiting for him. A while later, he came back with two aspirin and a cup filled with water.
"You shouldn't drink when you know you are a lightweight." He scolded.
I collected the pills from his hand and slipped them into my mouth. A grimace contorted my face at the bitter taste, and hastily, I snatched the water from him to wash it down.
"I'm never going to drink anymore!" I vowed, wincing.
"You'll be fine."
I stared at him as he stood from the couch. He wasn't his usual grumpy self which I was glad about. I don't think I was ready to see him that way with how I was feeling currently.
Also, he was acting as if he cared. If I didn't know him, I would have fallen for the character he was trying to portray.
"When you are done staring at me, you should rest because I have some questions for you."
His dark eyes blazed as he stared at me. He tucked his hand into the camouflage pants he wore and strode towards the door.
He stood at the doorpost for a few seconds, before swirling to glare at me. "Better start thinking of a good reason for leaving the house when you come awake."
I couldn't stop staring at him and what he had said.
For a minute he was acting so cool and caring.
In the next seconds, he acted as if he would do anything for me to be out of this room and his life.
Maybe he was bipolar because I believed there was no way a normal human could switch emotions so easily like that.
It seemed like he had been doing it all his life.
I hated it.
It made me look like I was in captivity!
I was supposed to be happily married and maybe should be cuddling with my husband now after a hot sensual session with him.
I shook my head, blushing at the last word.
I hadn't thought about that. Maybe, because I wasn't interested in the marriage or maybe Sin wasn't interested in doing anything to me.
Maybe, I was not desirable!
But, he had f*cking slept with Emma!
I could not wrap my head around the way he saw me. I believe I disgust him because I had caught him gazing at me not once or twice with contempt.
But then again, I had also seen him stare at me with desire.
It was all too confusing.
Sinclair Freaking Steele was confusing!
I wish I could read his mind. At least, it would save me from the headache that had multiplied now.
I clutched the pillow and wrapped it around my still thumping head as I laid on the bed.
I shut my eyes, then snapped it open before shutting it again.
I believe Sinclair Steele was a mystery.
A mystery I would like to unravel. Yet, I didn't know how and where to start. Since whatever I think I have in my head might make him punish him.