Blood Lust by MrDelicacy

prologue

I just woke up because of the fragrant smell of flowers. I love the smell of flowers. Feels good.

If only I could just sleep like this without thinking about classes, assignments, or boring recitations. Damn, but I know at any moment my grandmother will wake me up to go to my beautiful university.

Please, I need 5 more minutes.

I don't want to open my eyes yet. I need to sleep more; I want to feel the softness of this bed. I want to feel the warmth of this comforter. I wrapped myself in it even more. What if I'm absent? Even now.

I even dressed myself in fetus style. Why is it too cold today? It's too lazy to get up when the climate is this cold.

"Claret..." I ignored the call to my name. Please let me sleep.

"Claret.." damn it. I quickly grabbed the first one near me and put it over my ear.

"Claret.." I woke up violently when I heard my name again from the unfamiliar male voice. Who is this man calling me?

I remained motionless. What is the man doing in my room? Where is Grandma? I'm starting to get nervous; having a man in my room is a huge sin. My grandmother would surely burn me alive.

But what I noticed almost made me stumble. What the hell? This is not my bed! How did I get here? Damn, I cannot remember anything. Did I drink last night? What the hell is happening?

"Come on

"Claret, stop that act." Why does this man know me? Acts?!

I just screamed when, suddenly, the thick comforter that was hiding me was pulled away. I quickly sat up and backed up to the headrest of the bed. And my eyes almost widen from what I see.

I'm in a strange room with this gorgeous stranger. Who the hell is he? Why the hell am I here? I'm just sitting on a red bed full of white rose petals. What's with this setting?

And I looked down on me, sh*t! I don't even own this dress! I'm wearing a silk black dress, and I can vividly see my body in this thin kind of dress! Has something happened to us? I automatically covered myself to hide whatever was leaking from this thin dress. Who dressed me?

Who the fuck is he?

The moment our eyes met, I couldn't help but swallow a few times. damn

He's too beautiful and damn topless. What am I doing in this room with him? How did I end up in this room and wake up dressed like this?

He now sits in front of me like a king as he gently sips red wine. He has this intense eye on me that I can't explain. My chest was beating faster at the way he was looking at me. He looked familiar, as if this was not our first meeting.

"Why am I here?" I asked him hesitantly. The last thing I remember is that my grandmother and I were still talking. Shit! I can't remember anything.