@ maddox’s room
Feeling the sunlight shining on her face, Harper began to stir, slowly waking up from her deep sleep. That’s weird, she thought to herself, squinting at the bright rays. Fuck, did I sleep in? She was often up before the sun was high in the sky and by the looks of it, she had definitely slept in. Did her phone die? How did her five different alarms not go off? Her hand reached over to her nightstand, only... she couldn’t quite reach it.
Jolting up in bed, Harper was now wide awake as it dawned on her what the hell was happening. This felt all too familiar and in the worst way possible. “No no no no no nooo...” she muttered under her breath, the panic quickly sinking in, as she took in her surroundings. One, she was definitely not in her own bed, or even in her own room for that matter. Two, she couldn’t reach the nightstand because both of her hands were handcuffed to the bed frame. There was only one goddamn idiot in the entire world who was dumb enough to try to fuck with her like this and there he stood at the foot of the bed, wearing that smug, annoying, cocky little smirk of his.
“MADDOX, I’M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER YOU!”
@maddox-of-manhattan
