NATALIE

I woke up in a dark room and wearily rose to sit up in the bed, trying to determine where I was exactly.

I breathed in deeply and as Trevor's familiar scent intoxicated me, I knew I was in his room again.

After the guys left and Trevor went upstairs, I must've dozed off on the couch.

"How'd I get up here?" I muttered to myself, stretching.

Trevor must've brought me up and locked me in for the night.

I was amazed at the fact that I'd slept the entire rest of the day.

But in my defense, the night before was quite eventful...and Trevor had me up at 7:00 in the morning.

I yawned and draped my legs over the side of the bed, my feet softly skimming the floor as I swung them slightly.

I glanced at the door.

I just wanted to see if it was locked.

Not trying to escape or anything...

I'd definitely learned my lesson about that.

I just wanted to see.

I padded quietly over to it and slowly tried to twist the knob and jumped back a bit when it actually turned.

I creaked the door open gently and poked my head out in the dark hallway.

I tiptoed over to the banister of the stairwell and down a few steps, peering left and then right.

I could see a soft glow coming from the dark living room.

Curiosity sparked my mind and I quietly descended down the rest of the stairs.

I paused in the doorway, peeking in slightly.

There was Trevor, sitting shirtless on the couch, smoking a cigarette and watching television in the dark. Well, not really watching. He looked more like he was staring past it in deep thought.

"I know you're in here." He spoke up suddenly.

I chewed my lip, standing behind the couch he was sitting on.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked nervously.

"No. Come here."

I slowly walked around the couch to stand beside where he was sitting.

"You didn't lock the door." I said, sheepishly.

He took a drag of his cigarette, looking at my fumbling hand playing with the hem of my shorts.

"I don't lock the door until I go to bed." He said, puffs of smoke coming out as he spoke.

I nodded and he signaled for me to sit.

"It's 1:00 in the morning. You shouldn't be up this late." He said, his voice deep.

"I took a long nap." I said as I shrugged, shifting to face him more.

"Mm." Was all he said, taking another drag before exhaling. "I tried to wake you up. I knew you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight." He said, shaking his head like he was a disapproving parent.

I curled my legs up under myself.

"Why'd you bother to take me to your room if you weren't going to lock me in?" I asked, glancing at the television.

He shrugged.

"I didn't want the guys to wake you up when they got home if you were that tired."

It was quiet for a long time. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was just silent. One of those silences that all acquaintances have. The one where there's just really nothing to say.

After all, we were just acquaintances. I didn't know him and he didn't know me. We knew things about each other, but not each other.

The television was on mute and had been all night from what I could tell.

So then why was he up?

Just sitting, doing nothing.

"Why are you up so early?" I spoke up.

He glanced at me and I noticed he'd let the cigarette between his lips burn down wastefully as he picked it from his mouth and put it in the ashtray.

"Always am." He said, his British voice deep and husky as he talked.

"How can you always be up so late and always so up early?" I asked, remembering what he'd told me this morning when he was literally up with the sun.

He chuckled rasply.

"I don't sleep much." He said, turning his attention to the TV.

"Do you have insomnia?" I pried.

He chuckled again.

"Nah. But sometimes, like right now, I have annoying ass little girls who keep me up." He said, glancing at me.

I blushed and crossed my arms.

"Sorry. Were you getting ready to go to bed when I came down?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"I thought about it, but probably would've stayed up a few more hours with or without you."

I nodded and we fell back into a silence.

"Am I really annoying?" I asked, tilting my head towards him.

He glanced at me, meeting my eyes.

"Yes."

"No one else has ever told me that." I said.

He turned to me, giving me his full attention now.

"Because you're a nice kid. Sweet and kind. But to me, you're annoying as hell." He said like it was a casual thing.

"How am I annoying?" I asked, wanting to know.

He chuckled.

"I am not about to get you started right now."

He turned his attention back to the screen but I waved my hand in front of his face.

He rolled his eyes, annoyed at my tactics, but it worked because he turned to me again, crossing his arms.

"How?" I asked again.

"I don't know. You're just so innocent and fragile. I feel like I have to watch you all the time or you'll fall off the steps and scrape your knee or some other kid shit. Might as well call me Daddy."

He smirked at me and I scrunched my nose up as he laughed and shrugged.

"Nah. Don't get me wrong, you're annoying as fuck to me, but you're still a sweet kid." He added.

"Gee, thanks." I said, rolling my eyes. "I'm not a kid, by the way." I said, crossing my arms.

"Might as well be." He said, chuckling.

"I'm 17. Almost an adult!" I concluded.

He rolled his eyes.

"I'm 21. A real adult."

"I can fend for myself. I don't need to be looked after. My mother leaves me alone all the time." I argued.

He rolled his eyes again.

"Yeah and look where you ended up. You got yourself kidnapped."

"That wasn't my fault! I don't need a babysitter. I'm not a kid." I restated.

He smirked.

"Guess we'll find that out for ourselves on Friday, now won't we?"

Friday.

Two days away.

"About that," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Um...since the plans have been moved up to Friday instead of Saturday night, can I..." I trailed off nervously.

"Can you go home Friday instead of Sunday morning?" He said, filling it in for me.

I nodded, searching his dark eyes for an answer.

"Sure. I don't care. I'll drive you home right after we leave Marc's if you want me to." He said, shrugging.

I couldn't stop the smile that was pulling at my lips.

"But--"

He held his finger up, implying that he wasn't finished.

"I meant what I said about keeping my eye on you." He said, staring into my eyes sternly. "If you breathe a word about anything..."

He shifted his whole body to look at me even harder, his biceps flexing as his forearms came to rest in his knees.

My eyes lingered on his tattoos.

I heard him chuckle and quickly looked up to meet his gaze again.

He picked back up where he left off.

"I mean, anything. Me, this house, the gang." He said, signaling upstairs. "Marc, anything you might've heard, our deal, then I'll have to pay you a not so nice visit."

He tilted his head to the side.

"Do you like it when I'm not nice, Natalie? Do you like it when I have to punish you?"

I shook my head no, still thinking about when he spanked me. I still hated it worse than the cuts, even they hurt more.

I began shifting under his gaze as he smirked.

"Good. Keep those lips sealed and you'll be just fine." He said as he licked his own lips, looking at me. "Don't take that the wrong way though, sweetheart. I'm still going to be stopping by. Making sure you don't say anything." He said, smirking.

I felt jittery and anxious under his gaze as I nodded, trying to get out from under it, turning my head toward the wall.

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth nervously.

Trevor's hand reached out and jerked my face back to look at him.

"What did I tell you about that." He said, his thumb roughly brushing over my bottom lip to release it from in between my teeth. "Even when I'm not around I don't want you to do that." He said sternly, his hand still holding my chin.

"Why?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Because I don't." Was all he said before letting my face go.

My eyes wandered to the television where a woman was slowly running her hands up and down a man's chest at a bar, seducing him, from what I could tell.

"What are you watching?" I asked Trevor, who wasn't paying attention at all.

He turned his attention to the screen and shrugged.

"I don't know. I haven't really been watching."

We both watched as she continued to seduce the man, the television still on mute.

"I think you should take notes." Trevor observed, watching the woman for a second longer and then looking over to me.

I crossed my arms over my chest stubbornly.

"I can do that." I huffed.

"Sure you can."

He rolled his eyes as we both turned our attention back to the screen, where the same couple was now in a hotel room, hungrily undressing each other and kissing at the same time.

My eyes widened a bit.

"How about that? Can you do that?"

Trevor smirked.

"Probably." I reasoned, although what I should've said was probably not.

"You have virgin lips. There's no way." He said, chuckling.

"Darry said that was no big deal, that it would come naturally." I said, still watching the couple and honestly, trying to take mental notes.

"No big deal my arse. I've thrown half-dressed girls out of my bedroom because of the way they kiss. He doesn't know shit." He said, rolling his eyes for the one hundredth time.

"I take it you're not the type to wait for marriage?" I trailed off quietly.

He chuckled.

"No, I'm not a virgin, to answer your question."

He laughed again, as if it was funny that I'd thought him to be one, which I didn't. Not really, anyway. I mean, look at him. But who could be sure? Looks can be deceiving.

"You're not?" I asked.

I don't know why I said that.

"Maybe when I was 15." He said as he laughed.

"15?! I'm 17!" I said, surprised.

"I win." He said, smirking.

"Who was she?" I pried, being nosy.

"You mean them?" He said, chuckling. "And none of your business. Not that I remember them all anyway." He shrugged.

My eyes widened.

He'd slept with more than one woman?

He was only 21!

"How many?" I asked.

"Who's counting?" He said, rolling his eyes. "Let's just say that I'm not exactly a stranger to the female body and all that."

He cocked his head to look at me, a smirk spreading across his face.

"I know what they like."

I tried to hide the redness in my face as we both turned back to the TV.

I don't know why but I always got awkward and embarrassed when people talked about sex.

Three men were now fighting on the screen.

We must've missed something.

"You should go to bed." Trevor told me.

I nodded.

"You should, too." I offered.

He ran a hand down the length of his face before nodding. He stood and turned off the television, leaving us in complete darkness as I rose off the couch.

I slowly felt my way over to the stairs, Trevor behind me.

I unexpectedly stumbled, missing the first step as my foot fell short and I fell forward.

"Oh!" I squealed, arms flailing slightly.

I felt warm hands grab just above my waist and pulled me upright.

"See?" Trevor said as he chuckled in my ear. "I told you I have to keep my eye on you the whole time or you'll fall off the steps."

He let me go.

"Haha. Very funny." I mumbled, gripping the railing and carefully climbing the steps.

Trevor chuckled again and I felt his hand find its way to my lower back, guiding me.

When we reached the top of the stairs, I turned toward the guestroom, only to have Trevor steer me away from it and down the hall to his room.

He turned the knob and slightly pushed me in before stepping in himself, flipping on the light and shutting the door.

I turned around to face him.

"Trevor, no. I don't want you to sleep on the couch again." I said, crossing my arms.

"Then I'll sleep in the guestroom." He said as he shrugged, walking over to his bed and jerking the covers off. He then procced to begin fixing the bed.

I shook my head.

"No, I will. I want you to have your bed. Anyone can see how tired you are." I reasoned.

He chuckled, finishing fixing the blankets.

"I want you to sleep in my bed. Period." He said, the chain around his neck swinging slightly as he stood upright.

"Why does it matter?" I said, groaning.

"Because," he said, positioning himself to stand behind me as he leaned down to my ear. "I think it makes you act a lot better when you wake up, look over, and know that I spanked you right there." He said, pointing to the side of the bed as a chill ran up my neck.

He chuckled.

"Or when you roll over, and imagine me back on top of you, a knife running down your body."

His voice was raspy in my ear and I couldn't help but let the memories float back to my mind, just like he wanted them to.

"So," he said, chuckling in my ear again. "Why don't you go ahead and crawl into bed, yeah?"

He gave me a little shove.

"O-Okay." I stuttered and finally got my feet moving.

I slipped under the covers quickly and Trevor smirked as he reached for the light, opening the door.

"Night, Princess." He said in a singsong voice, swinging the door shut and leaving me alone.

I vaguely heard the sound of the lock.

I wasn't tired. I mean, I shouldn't have anyway, but as his smell intoxicated me again, I couldn't keep my eyes from closing.

I said a quick prayer before I drifted out of consciousness and into a deep sleep.

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Hey guys! Soon, it'll finally be time for Natalie to go pay a visit to Marcus...So why do you guys think Trevor hates it so much when she bites her lip? ;)

XOXO,
Kalista