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"Huh!" Beatrice groaned as she sat up on the soft, fluffy bed and scratched her messy hair.

Her eyes were blurred for a few minutes, and she sat motionlessly on the bed, trying to boot into her normal self due to just waking up from sleep.

"Aww!" Beatrice yawned with her mouth widely opened and then covered her mouth with her palm.

She then dragged her butt on the bed closer to the drawer, looking for her phone, but couldn't see it.

"Where did I keep it?" She groaned lowly to herself, squinting her eyes everywhere, but couldn't see any traces of her phone.

'Maybe it fell on the floor,' She told herself as she stood up from the bed, wearing a blue nightgown that reached her thigh.

She walked over to the other side of the bed sluggishly, dragging her feet on the tiled floor, trying to embrace the cold and chills it gave to her.

She bent, staring at the floor and beside the chest, but didn't see any traces of her phone.

"Where did I keep it?" She sighed, straightening herself as she placed her palm on her forehead, her other hand on her waist, and closed her eyes trying if she remembers and gets a clue where she had kept her phone when the mini-drama of yesterday snapped in her memories.

She remembered dancing with Santiago and Ben showing up like an angry bird and dragging her out of the event.

"That Jerk!" She frowned, remembering that Ben didn't let her have the opportunity to take her phone and the purse he brought for her.

She walked back to the bed and sat on the edge, remembering the heated argument she has with him and how he ended up making out with her steamy and sensually, but he didn't... Didn't let her...

"Oh, God! I hate him," Beatrice muttered, she can't believe he did that to her.

She felt so embarrassed at the moment and wanted to disappear away from him forever.

She bit her lips when her mind took her back to where he was down on her and how he drives her so crazily at the time.

"Please, stop!" Beatrice gasped out loudly.

"Stop," She told herself, she didn't want to remember anything, she didn't want to think of how sexy he was and how he got her turned on badly.

Beatrice frowned in frustration, as she grabbed the pillow and placed it on her lap.

"Ben!" She sneered, staring at the pillow murderously, imagining it to be Ben's face.

"I'm going to kill you!" She threatened as she stares wide eyes at the pillow, she dabbed her index finger on the poor pillow knowing nothing, and she started hitting her left fist on it.

"Just leave me and run away from my life, you god-damned sexy son of a bitch," She fumed when she paused.

'Did I just call him sexy?' Beatrice thought to herself and closed her eyes, inhaling sharply and then breathing out in a hush manner.

'This isn't funny,' She told herself, dropping the helpless pillow back on the bed and standing up.

She made her way to the bathroom and furiously grabbed the toothbrush she kept in one of the brush holders.

She picked up the toothpaste and pressed some red substance on the surface of her brush before she put it in her mouth.

Furthermore, she started brushing and at the same time furiously thought about Ben.

She spat the pinkish lather foam in her mouth into the wash hand basin in the bathroom and stared at herself on the wall mirror in front of her when her eyes caught something awkward on her neck.

'What's that?' She pondered confusedly when she lowered her hands in which she was using to hold the brush, and leaned her head closer to the mirror at the same time craning her neck forward.

She brought her other hand to the side of her neck, and used her middle finger and ring finger to touch the odd skin, which looked reddish and was almost turning purple.

"It's a bruise," She gasped suddenly, and wondered where that came from.

Then she remembered when Ben was nibbling on her neck, her eyes widened with terror.

"Di-did he--" She stuttered.

"Did he fucking give me a hickey?" She asked herself and scoffed, glancing away and staring back at the mirror.

"That bastard!" She seethed furiously, hitting the hands she was using to hold her brush against the basin.

"How dare he give me a mark?" She cried out, touching the bruised part of her neck, which was huge and would be easier to see if not properly concealed.

Beatrice felt like crying, she hurriedly brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth.

She stormed back into her room furiously and started walking towards the door.

'He's so dead!' Beatrice, agitated, she was a step close to the door when it suddenly opened by itself and Ben was standing by the doorway.

Beatrice froze in her spot, her eyes roamed his shirtless body, and her breath caught up in her throat as she ogled shamelessly at his body.

'Oh, goodness!' She squealed in her mind, every anger in her beginning to disappear.

"You are awake," Ben smirked, staring at her, as her eyes slowly met his and her anger returned as she frowned at him.

"Why did you do this to me?" Beatrice snapped at him, pointing her index towards her neck at the bruised spot.

Ben's eyes shifted to where she pointed, and his mouth twitched in amusement, he tried to laugh but end up smiling at her.

"Do what?" He asked innocently, his mouth curling into a smirk.

"This!" Beatrice shouted at him as she moved closer to him and tilted her head to the side.

"Here!" She pointed towards him, and Ben leaned forward and squinted his eyes, staring at the mark he had given to her.

"It's a mark," He said.

"Who did that to you?" He asked, his eyes going back to hers, and Beatrice scoffed loudly and couldn't believe he was asking who placed the mark on her when he knows he was the one.

"Are you kidding me?" Beatrice glared at him, while Ben just shrugged at her.

"I'm not," He answered.

"You." Beatrice covered the distance between them and poked his chest with her index finger as she stared straight into his eyes.

"You did this to me," She barked at him, and placed her index finger on the bruised mark on her neck.

Ben smirked and chuckled and bent his head, leaning closer to Beatrice, all the while one of his hands was at his back.

He got closer to her, and whispered into her ears, "You can conceal it, or let me give you another one at another place," He muttered flirtatiously and Beatrice shuddered hearing him say that.

She turned her head to the side to stare at him, while he was also looking at her.

Ben winked at her, and Beatrice placed both of her hands on his bare chest and pushed him away.

"Out!" She ordered, pointing her fingers towards the door.

"Are you sending me out?" Ben asked her amusingly.

"Leave!" Beatrice said firmly.

Ben brought his hands that were at the back and there was Beatrice's phone and clutch in his hand.

Beatrice looked down at what he was holding, and quickly collected her phone, leaving the purse in Ben's hand.

"Lucas, brought it, "Ben told her as he walked further into the room.

"What of Camilla?" Beatrice asked Ben as she followed behind Ben as he dropped the purse on Beatrice's bed.

"They're leaving early, so she couldn't come," Ben told her.

"Okay, now you can leave," Beatrice said, glaring at him.

"What if I don't?" Ben smirked at her.

Beatrice closed her eyes, seeing his bare chest was driving her crazy, and she wanted him to leave immediately, so she could think straight.

She opened her eyes and walked closer to him, she grabbed his hand and begin pulling him, but Ben stood rooted to his spot.

What was she thinking?

That she could drag Ben, who seemed so muscular with her fragile frame of body.

Ben chuckled and used his other hand to grab her hands and pulled her closer to him.

Beatrice's brain snapped back immediately, and she struggled and tried to run away from him.

"Let me go, Ben," She shrieked out like a rat who was struggling to escape the claws of a cat.

She kept struggling against Ben, causing Ben to lose his balance and they both fell to the floor with Beatrice on top of him.

Beatrice's hair spilled over, touching his chest and face, and Ben smirked at her as she calmed down.

Beatrice tried to stand up from him, but Ben wrapped his arms around her place, stopping her from moving.

"Seems you want another punishment," Ben smirked and tolled her to the floor while he was positioned on top of her.

Ben leaned forward and buried his face in her neck while Beatrice struggled beneath him.

"Bennn!" She screamed out when she felt his tongue flicker on her skin.