by C I Macias
…but before slipping into unconsciousness, she mumbles, “Silk.”
Chapter Eight
Jackson tries to wake Sammie up with no luck. He tries to proceed with his plan to dominate her, but he can’t. It isn’t fun when the participant is knocked out, he thinks. I think I gave her too much, but then again I didn’t plan for her to chug the beer down. Jackson stands, looking at her with frustration.
I will just leave her here and I will let my brother find her this way. She will have some explaining to do, damn tease.
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Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Sammie tries to open her eyes. All she can concentrate on is her throbbing headache.
Good god, what happened to me? Sammie tries to reach her head, but immediately finds out that her hands are tied up to her red cherry bed post.
What the hell? Why am I tied up, are those my new silk scarves that I picked up from Nordstrom’s the other day. Not my new ones, thought Sammie.
Sammie cares more about her scarves than the fact that she is tied up. Sammie shouts out from her bedroom,
“Hello, is anyone out there?" she waits for a response.
There is nothing but silence. What the hell happened to me last night? Okay, Sammie starts thinking. Sammie begins to panic, and yells out, "Bastard!”
Sammie jolts half way up, soon to realize that she is still tied up. He must have drugged me. Damn it! How could I let that happen, she contemplates.
Oh great. Jade is coming over and she is going to find me like this. What if she has strong feelings for Jackson? How will Jade react? What if Aiden finds out that I screwed his brother? Well, almost screwed, I think.
Sammie’s heart is racing dreading for either one of them to find her in this predicament. Great job, Sammie! This is one fine mess that you have yourself into!
Sammie lays her head back to rest on the headboard. She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a chuckle. Oh, this is going to make a great story!
