Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Perhaps something happened with one of the reindeer and they accidentally knocked me out. Maybe I got too close to the sleigh on takeoff and hit my head, erasing the few minutes of memory beforehand. Either way, whatever happened, I’m pissed. I’ve lost my final goodbye with Nick, and now I’m going to have to wait another whole year before I get to see him again.
After a few minutes, I finally risk opening my eyes again, expecting to see the clinical walls of a hospital room. Instead, I find myself tucked into a huge king-sized bed, the pillows softer than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. The white feather blankets feel as though they were handcrafted by angels and sent straight from heaven.
“What in the ever-loving fuck?”
I push up onto my elbow. Don’t get me wrong, this bed is simply divine, but how the fuck did I get into it? And more importantly, who put me into it? Because the one thing I know for sure is that this is certainly no hospital room. No subtle beep on a heart rate monitor. No nurses walking by the door. No stiff, itchy blankets.
I look closer.
The room I’m in seems more like someone’s personal bedroom, and yet, also so far from that. There’s nothing in here that suggests it belongs to anyone. No pictures around the room, no hint of personal style, and no personal belongings left scattered on the bedside table. In my shitty apartment, you can’t walk an inch without seeing something of mine strewn across the room. Pictures of my parents in frames or clothes left hanging over the back of the couch. This room though, it’s the complete opposite.
My heart races as I get the feeling something isn’t right here, and I sit up fully before throwing the blankets right back and immediately regretting it. It’s fucking freezing.
My nipples harden for all the wrong reasons, and I hastily wrap my arms around myself as I stumble out of the bed. I’m still wearing the silk gown I was wearing on the rooftop with Nick, so I guess that’s a positive that nobody has attempted to take it off me. However, it’s not as though I was wearing anything beneath it. I’m naked under this thin piece of material, and that’s not exactly offering me a lot of confidence.
Just how long have I been passed out? And more importantly, has someone taken advantage of me while I wasn’t able to defend myself?
I try to take stock of my body, feeling around to make sure everything is as it should be. Everything is sore, and yet after the wild night I just spent with Nick, it’s impossible to tell if that’s him I’m still feeling or if something a little more sinister is going on.
I begin padding around the room with my arms locked protectively around my body, trying to keep warm, but with every single step, it becomes even more clear that something is off here. My heart races faster, and unease pulses through my veins as I pause in front of the huge window in the bedroom.
“Holy fucking shit.”
The view of New York City I expected has changed. Instead of city lights over slushy streets, I find myself looking out at an expanse of snowcapped hills. There are reindeer everywhere, completely unaware of the way I’m starting to freak out.
Reindeer could only mean one thing.
This is all Nick’s doing.
He brought me here. He’s responsible for . . . whatever the fuck this is. It’s clear as day I’m no longer in New York, but what about the United States? Am I still in the country I was raised in and have called home for the past twenty-seven years?
Holy shit. This is not happening. I wasn’t knocked out by accident. Nick did this.
I know I asked to be with him, to be his, but I never realized that meant having my world stripped away. Sure. the life I had in New York wasn’t amazing. I was miserable most of the time, but it was mine. I created it and despite everything, I was proud of what little I’d accomplished on me own and now … it’s just gone. New York is the resting place of my parents. It’s where I grew up, where I went to school, and had my first kiss. It’s my home, and in a matter of seconds, it was stripped away from me. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.
What have I done?
Horror begins pounding at my chest, and I hastily move around the room, finding a bathroom and then a huge walk-in closet. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen, and yet every piece of clothing inside is either black or Santa Claus red.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
With the cold threatening to take me out, I have no choice but to grab one of Nick’s oversized hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. I quickly pull them on, not exactly thrilled about the way the material swims on me, but it’s all I’ve got to work with right now. Searching through drawers, I find some socks and a pair of boots before dropping down to my ass to pull them on.