006: "Oh, Our Princess Is Back, You Look Like You Had One Hell Of A Night,"

(Anastasia's Point of View)

Every joint in my body ached. From my neck which I believed was covered with hickeys and love bites to between my legs, everywhere throbbed ghastly.

I gracelessly held the sheets to cover my chest, my gaze flickering at the bathroom door where Enzo dematerialized a minute ago. Should I still be here?

Sluggishly, I set my feet off the bed to the floor, I held back a blub. I clumsily picked up my shirt, putting it on over my head, and bent to pick up my skirt, just in time as the bathroom door opened and Enzo strode out with nothing on but a pair of sweatpants on his hips, leaving the rest for the eyes to banquet on. I picked up my skirt and stood upright, peeking at the floor that abruptly came across more absorbing

Rule Number 2: Don't look the bosses in the eyes.

I heard him get closer till his bare feet were in my line of sight and before I knew it, my cheeks were being roughly clasped and my head was forced up. I locked my gaze with his fierce blue orbs