His Games, Her Rules

I slowly peel my eyes open, squinting and groaning as I place my hand on my forehead. God, my head hurts so bad, it feels like a party is going on in my head.

How much did I drink last night?

I peel my eyes wide open, coming face to face with the darkness in my room. But there’s something strange about this room, this doesn’t look like my room even though the room is a little dark. Even the sheets don’t feel like mine. I run my fingers over the sheets and it’s silk. I don’t have silk sheets.

“What’s going on? Where am I?” I groan, slowly sitting up.

God, my mouth tastes like acid and my voice is a little hoarse.

Fuck.

The door at the corner of the room opens and someone walks in. I squint my eyes, trying to make out the person as this person pushes something apart, a ray of sunshine pours into the room.

I shut my eyes at once, the sunlight burning my eyes.

“Fuck.” I groan.

“So sorry about that, ma’am.” A voice says and it’s a woman with a Spanish accent.

I slowly open my eyes again as I lock them on a figure standing at the foot of my bed.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, giving me a small smile.

“I’m sorry, where am I?”

“Mr. Gray’s mansion.” She answers.

“Mr. Gray? Asin Dominique Gray?” I ask and she nods.

Right. Of course. Everything is starting to fall into place. There’s no way in hell my room looks like this. There might be a lack of furniture but this room is an embodiment of luxury. I slowly glance around the room, taking notes of everything. It’s simple and plain and also luxurious at the same time. Its pristine walls are painted white, and the drapes blocking the sunlight from entering the room are black. There are two doors at the corner of the room, probably doors to the en-suite bathroom and a closet.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Facing the queen-sized bed I’m currently on is a large flat-screen TV, with a white couch in the corner.

How the hell did I get here?

Suddenly I feel cold, as if I’m not wearing anything. I bring my daze down my body, shocked by my bare breast as I quickly lift the duvet to cover myself.

“Shit.” I curse, pushing my wayward strands out of my face as I tuck them behind my ear.

“I’m sorry, who are you again?”

“I’m Helen, Mr. Gray’s housekeeper.”

“Right. Of course.” I sigh, licking my bottom lip as I run my fingers through my hair.

“I’ll run a bath for you and you can take your bath. I’ll get you pain relief for the hangover and a cup of coffee.”

“I’m sorry, how did I get here? Where’s my dress?”

“I don’t really ask questions, ma’am, but I’m sure Mr. Gray brought you here last night. You were probably drunk and passed out. I don’t normally work on weekends but Mr. Gray called me here to help you. I removed your dress when you threw up in it and I had it dry-cleaned. I’ll get it for you if you’re ready to leave.”

Fuck. How much did I drink?

I literally can’t remember shit and I’m trying to.

“Thank you, Helen. Sorry if I was a handful.” I apologize, chuckling nervously.

“It’s okay. I’ll run the bath for you.” Helen smiles at me as she walks toward the second door at the corner of the room. She unlocks it and enters.

“Fuck. Double fucking fuck.” I groan as I fall back on the bed, covering my face with both hands.

I shut my eyes as I try to remember every little detail that happened last night. Monique left the club and I had a few tequila shots and danced. And then Omar Sharif tried to hit on me and I may have told him to go fuck himself and then I ordered more shots and then… I don’t remember. I can’t remember any further than that.

“Ma’am, your bath is ready.” Helen’s voice snaps me from my thoughts as I open my eyes, sitting up at once.

“Thank you. Please call me Robyn.” I say. Helen nods politely as she turns to leave.

“Your boss, Dominique, where is he?”

“You will find him in his lounge.”

“Okay. Thank you.” She nods again and leaves.

I stand up from the bed, leaving the duvet behind as I walk toward the bathroom half naked. I see my reflection in the mirror as I halt my steps.

“Ugh. God, I look like shit.” I mutter under my breath and hurry toward the bathroom.

The bathroom is as luxurious as the bedroom. Everything is perfectly placed and it’s well designed and beautiful. I pull down my panties and step into the bubble bath, leveling myself into the warm bath water as I lean back, head resting on the rim of the bathtub. I shut my eyes, letting the warm water slowly rinse away any traces of alcohol.

God, I feel nauseated. I’m not lightweight. I’ve had a few shots on several occasions and I’m fine at the end of the day except for a hangover. I can’t remember being this drunk in a long time to the point I had to throw up and even forget what happened last night that ended up with me waking up in Dominique Gray’s bedroom.

I stand up quickly as I get out of the bath and go straight for the toilet. I kneel on the floor, open the toilet seat, and start to throw up. I grip the corners of the seat, hurling my guts into the toilet and dry heaving in the end.

“Oh, my fucking god.” I groan loudly, flushing the toilet as I sit on the floor, head resting against the toilet.

“You good?” A voice asks as I quickly wrap my arms around my body to shield my nakedness from whoever it is that just stepped in.

“Fuck.” I curse, turning to look at this visitor.

“I’m sorry,” Dominique says, clearing his throat as he looks anywhere but me. “I didn’t think you were naked.”

I sigh, sweeping my wet hair out of my face. “That’s very gentlemanly of you, not looking.” I slur my words, tired and embarrassed.

“You sound drunk.”

“I’m not. I just have a throbbing headache.” I groan, focusing my attention on my toenails because at this moment I can’t even look him in the eye.

I’m fucking embarrassed and I regret drinking this much. I wonder what is going through his head right now.

“Fuck.” I mutter. I feel self-conscious, sitting here naked with the last person I expect to be standing here.

Never in my life did I think this day would come. Me sitting naked in Dominique Gray’s bathroom as the aftermath of getting fucking drunk. I wish I could remember what happened last night. Did I say or do anything sober Robyn would never do?

“Do you need help? I can get Helen.” Dominique asks. I raise my head to look at him and he’s still staring at the wall as he runs his fingers through his hair.

If I was not hungover, ashamed, and probably smelling like vomit, I would have laughed at how a 32-year-old billionaire, Dominique Gray for that matter, looks really charming at this moment as he tries not to look at me naked.

“I’m fine. I can handle myself.”

“Mmm. I’ll get out of your hair and let you do your thing.”

“Thank you.” I smile at him but he’s not looking.

Dominique pulls himself off the wall and walks out of the bathroom, not sparing me a single glance. There are a few gentlemen out there and fuck it if I thought Dominique Gray was one of them. He’s full of surprises and he just surprised me.

I pick myself off the floor and settle myself inside the bathtub. I don’t remember how long I stayed inside but I got out after feeling a little refreshed. I step inside the shower, pushing a button that automatically turns on the shower as I let the warm water run down my body.

I step out of the shower a few minutes later because I don’t want to spend another minute in here without dying of embarrassment. I grab a towel and wipe myself clean, afterward wrapping the soft towel around my body as I step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

Just as promised, Helen had placed my dress on the bed, a cup of coffee on the nightstand with a bottle of pills by its side. I sit on the bed as I grab the bottle of pills, opening the lid and taking out two. I pick up the cup of coffee and take a sip, throwing the pills into my mouth as I swallow. I gulp the remaining coffee and drop the empty mug on the nightstand.

As I get dressed, I think about how I’m supposed to face the man I loathe after waking up in his bed half-naked and hungover because I may have had too much to drink and he brought me here.

Goddamit, Robyn, how could you lose control of yourself like that?

Why the fuck did I even let this happen?