Chapter 6

Katherine's POV

I woke up instantly after the sound of my shrill ringtone. The minute I opened my eyes towards the bright light in the room. I dodged the light from casting it's way into my eyes.

And just as I turned my head to my left side, my eyes widened at the man who slept peacefully by my side. I was more stunned when I checked out myself under the bed cover. I stood up immediately, grabbing the entire bed sheet to wrap around my naked self.

The man was waking up now, his eyes crinkled towards me.

“You pervert! How dare you take advantage of me?” I took a pillow next to me and threw it at him.

He dodged the object from hitting his face. He stood up from the bed, he was naked too but had some sexy condom boxers on. His abs were incredible and I still couldn't remember how I ended up with him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He asked me like I was crazy. “You initiated the sex, remember?” He snapped, his eyes glaring at me in a way that made me try to remember last night.

“I could never sleep with a stranger…” I paused, staring deep into his eyes.

“It's you. The same guy.” I pointed my finger at him and he kept looking at me like I was crazy.

I gasped, my hand over my mouth. “Did you do this to get back at me?”

He furrowed his brows, confused. “What?”

“Somehow you found me and took advantage of me for embarrassing you on the road the other day.”

He said nothing, biting his upper lip and shaking his head with a slight smirk on his lip. “So I'm right?” I asked. “Of course not. You're just talking crazy.”

I scoffed. “You'd see crazy once I report this to the police.” I threatened, turning towards my phone on the desk. I picked it up, intending to call the police when Elle's calls displayed on my screen.

Shit. I had drank so much last night that I forgot all about my best friend too. Just when I tried to call her, worried that she was in danger or probably because she could be worried about me too, that was when my cell phone decided to suddenly go off.

“Fuck.” I muttered, tightening my grip around my phone as I wallowed in embarrassment. My hair around my face, shielding me from the shame.

“What? Forgot how to contact the police?” The man mocked. I slowly swirled my head towards him, his hands around his bare chest. I said nothing but just watched him smirk all over again as he turned away, picked his pants from the floor and wore them in seconds.

I picked my own dress too, about to enter the bathroom. “The number is 911.” He said, his back turned to me now as he buttoned up his grey shirt.

I ignored him, walking into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and locked it too. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my face red from embarrassment. I couldn't believe I really had sex with a stranger.

It was the reason Elle brought me here last night, but I didn't mean it. I wasn't going to give myself to any man, not after what happened between me and Reynold. He'd forever be the reason I despise men.

And what was more embarrassing is I fucked the same guy I think I hate more now than the day he almost killed I and Elle.

But what if he was right? I do a lot of silly things whenever I get drunk. I must have initiated the sex like he said. I thought. But that doesn't give him the right to take advantage of me. He could have just ignored me…

“Hey, hurry up. I need to use the bathroom.”

I rolled my eyes, putting on my dress as I went towards the tap. I washed my face a couple times before I damp my face with a dry towel. I wore my clothes and came out of the bathroom. I threw the squeezed bedsheet towards the bed.

The man came forward and stood in front of me. “I didn't rape you, okay.”he said, his face neutral. “But if you think I did, go ahead and report to the police.”

I moved away, going towards the bed to get my handbag. I looked around for the second pair of my heels. Suddenly, the man's phone rang before he could enter the bathroom. He walked towards the second desk by the side he slept.

“Yes, Eric?”

“What? How did that happen?” He turned towards me, he gazed shockingly at me now. Why the hell was he staring at me like that? I asked myself as I stopped searching for my heel.

“Shit.”he muttered, turning away again, one hand rubbing behind his neck. “Do that and I'll handle the rest.” He said and finally ended the call.

I had found my second pair of heels now, it was by the curtain all along. I didn't wear them, instead I held them in my hands as I approached the door.

“Wait. You can't leave.”

My brows arched. I stopped, staring at him to give me a reason why I can't leave.

“You and I are going viral right now.” He said, tapping on his phone before he stretched the screen to my face. I saw pictures of us, he was carrying me like a baby.

Did all this really happen last night?

I looked at him. “Okay?”

“This is bad…for me. And you won't make it any worse for me by going out there.”

I clearly was speechless and ignorant about whatever he was talking about or why our photo was on the internet. I ignored him, going towards the door, about to grab the knob but his strong grip drew me towards him.

“Let me go.” I struggled.

“The paparazzi are out there right now.”he explained, he wanted me to listen but hesitated.

“And how the hell is that my business.” I snapped. “Listen to me.” He steadied me, both of his grip on my arms.

“No, you listen to me asshole.”I snapped again, this time I made him quiet. “You don't have any right holding me down here, out of my will after fucking me without my permission. Now, let me go before I scream.”

He hesitated, his eyes were cold but I cared less. He finally decides to free my arms. I backed away.

He began again, “I need you to understand. Going out there would ruin my reputation.”he pointed towards the door, his eyes were worried.

“How so? It's just a photo. I'm a nobody and you are…just a stranger. Those photos look like something for a love dovey post.”

“A love dovey what?”

“A love dovey post.” I repeated. “Maybe someone saw something romantic in the way you carried me and they wanted to share it on social media as a post to get likes or followers. I don't know.” I explained but he looked utterly confused.

“Hell no. This photo was taken to ruin my image… the DeVille's image.”

As if I was getting his point now, more questions only shuttered my mind and made me more confused. I glared at him.

“Wait a minute. When you mean DeVille, are you talking about the business tycoon?”

“Yes, crazy. I'm his grandson.”

I took a long stare at me before I bursted into laughter. I laughed for a while. But he stood there, watching me with a frown.

“You? Are DeVille's grandson.” I finger quoted the last two words and if only angered him but he ignored me and tapped on his phone's screen again.

“Here. Read it.”

I stared at him for a moment before taking the phone from him. Was he bluffing? Then I read the news. It was a viral post of DeVille's grandson being a playboy as always and I was tagged as a...Hoe? I looked at him, shocked, stared back down at his phone, my palm over my mouth.

“How?”I exclaimed. "I'm not a hoe" I declared angrily.

He grabbed his phone away from my grip. “Now you believe me. And do you still think going out there for the paparazzi to see you is a good idea?”

I didn't respond, just stared at his stiffed facial expression. As much as I wanted to avert from this room and never see this asshole's face again. It wasn't a good idea to be out there either, to be seen by the whole world as one of the fucking prostitute that the DeVille's grandson fucks with.

It would be the end of me, my parents dying business and equally be used by Reynold and his family to shame me for the rest of my life.

“Fine. What's next?”

He glanced at the ceiling, I noticed his Adam apple and how he bit his lips in frustration.

“Don't tell me you don't have a plan to get us out of this mess.”

He looked down at me, “As much as I hate this situation right now, I had to come up with the only fucking solution.” I saw the way he looked at me disgustingly after spitting out those words. He hated the solution.

“We'll go out there and pretend like we're a couple.”he managed to say. I was irritated instantly.

“Are you asking me to pretend to be your girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

I hated his solution. I shook my head, giving in to disagreement. “This is going to be a disaster.”

“Not unless you cooperate.” He glared at me with strict eyes. “It's the only way. No one would have to call you a prostitute and my reputation will be intact. And plus…” he paused.

“Plus what?”I asked, annoyed.

“We might have to keep the pretence going until this scandal calms down. That is to say, you'll have to be my girlfriend until everyone else believes it.”

This was unbelievable.