FENG LANG
I was driving down an almost empty street, eyes focused on the road.
A few drunk people on the sidewalks.Not so many.
No other car in sight.
Time: 12:42 am.
My phone rang, and I checked the caller. Wang Ruiqing
Immediately I answered, loud electronic music blasted through my car's Bluetooth speaker, followed by Ruiqing's loud voice, trying to speak over the noise.
"Where are you?!"
"Almost there." I chipped. I knew I was running late.
"Good! Yichen looks like he's about to storm off any — Oh, Long just walked in!" I rolled my eyes. "No fighting allowed today. Just four friends catching up!"
"Yeah yeah, whatever." I grumbled.
"Good. See you soon!"
The line beeped and I was back to silence. Until.
"Rerouting" The monotone navigation system in my car announced, causing me to frown.
"Make a u-turn when possible" I checked the map, and truly, I had made a. Wrong turn at some point and was now driving farther away from my destination.
"Fuck" I slapped my steering wheel in irritation , preparing to make a u-turn. Then I smelled it. It was very faint but I smelled it anyway.
Lavender.
It wasn't just the lavender though. There was something more… Something that pulled my attention to the lonely figure by the side of the road, about 150 meters away from me.
M-spec, about 180m tall, white hair, long black coat. If the lavender scent was from him, then he would be an A-Gen omega.
His face wasn't visible, until he turned my eyes met purple ones.
That was when all hell broke loose.
The high pitched ringing in my ears. The standing hairs on my body. My uneven breathing.
Every part of my being screaming at me to get to him.
To be close to him.
To touch him.
A loud crash!
Wide purple eyes looking back at me.
"Who are you?"
His scent, lavender .
And something more… more intoxicating.
I wanted more!
Then there was a switch and a voice shouted, "No!"
I heard my voice "You taste so fucking good!"
"Aah!" Another voice answered
Purple eyes flit between my vision.
"I love it when you moan." I growled.
"Ahhh.. W-wai- wai- Fuck!"
Lacy eye mask
"I'll make sure you never forget me. I'll bury myself deep inside your body and in your memories."
The my eyes shot open.
The first thing I picked up was the faintly lingering lavender scent in the air.
I blinked a few times to adjust to the bright sunlight.
I was in a room. Not my room. Sprawled naked on a bed. Not my bed. But it wasn't unfamiliar.
I groaned.
My hand immediately went to massage the faint throbbing in my temple.
My whole mind was a haze.
I remembered driving my car, then getting a phone call from Ruiqing, and that was it.
So how did I end up here? And why was I naked?
That was when I began to notice some distinct indicators which led me to draw a conclusion.
Crusty bedsheets, the bed covers poking out the bathroom door, some ornaments knocked off their original position, clothes carelessly tossed around the room.
On my body, deep brownish scratch lines ran down my hands and chest…
My brow rose in amusement, and I chuckled. The chuckle then evolved into a throaty laugh.
Was I drugged and assaulted?
There was someone bold enough do that?
My eyes landed on a tattered piece of clothing lying by the side of the bed, as well as what looked like a black leather overcoat hanging from one of the curtain brackets.
I got up to take a closer look, but then, my phone started to buzz.
I followed the sound and found it in the pocket of my trousers from yesterday, carelessly discarded on the nightstand.
Without even checking the caller, I answered the call, pushing my legs through the trousers.
"Feng Lang."
"Bro, what happened last night?!" The person began, his voice triggering a sense of déjà vu.
"Ruiqing?" I took the phone off my ear to confirm the caller.
"Yes! Are you okay? Why didn't you answer any of my calls all night?" I put the phone on loud speaker walking towards the shredded lace fabric on the floor.
"I'm wondering the same thing—" I paused as another call came through. Shen Yichen. "Hold on, Yichen is also calling." I informed Ruiqing as I added my other friend to the call.
"What happened, Lang? I altered my schedule for nothing." Yichen's calm voice started. I knew he'd be the most bothered. Out of all of us, he was the least tolerant to inconsistency.
"Stood us up without any explanation." Ruiqing added.
"Ruiqing is on the call?" Yichen asked in surprise.
"Yes. I was speaking with him when you called" Ruiqing explained.
"Mmm." Yichen hummed in understanding. "Feng Lang, explain yourself."
"I think something happened to me..." I bent down and picked up the lacy fabric. What looked like it used to be some sort of tank top? "I just woke up… Naked."
There was a long pause.
"You stood us up yesterday to have sex" Yichen stated bluntly. There was some annoyance laced in his tone.
I rolled my eyes with a sigh. "I don't know…" I scratched the back of my head, bringing my voice to a whisper. " I don't remember."
"What?!" They both shouted and I grunted.
"Do I have to repeat myself?"
"You woke up naked, with no memories of what happened. Did you take any drugs?" Ruiqing began his interrogation.
"Like I'd admit that to a police officer." I replied dryly and Yichen chuckled.
"Well, did you?" He pushed, ignoring my jab at his chosen profession. "It's off the record. And with your connections, arresting you would be pointless anyway."
"I did not, Ruiqing. No drugs, no alcohol, no cigarette, nothing. The last thing I remember was the phone call we had while I was driving. Everything after that is blank." I was starting to get annoyed by the questions.
"Sounds like you were drugged." Ruiqing answered, and I rolled my eyes.
"Who else figured that out?" I asked sarcastically, and Yichen snorted.
"Do you think you were assaulted?" Yichen was the one who asked. Then carefully clarifying, "Sexually?"
I sighed looking down my body. "Well, if the scratch marks on my body are anything to go by. The fucker was rough with it too."
Just then, a third voice cut in, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Someone had the guts to drug and molest the almighty Z-Gen Alpha, Feng Lang?! Do they have a death wish or something?"
I knew that voice. I hated that voice. Zhen Long.
"Why is the nosy bastard on the call?!" I barked
"My bad, he crashed at my place last night." Ruiqing answered. "Anyway, where are you now? At the penthouse?"
"No…" My eyes swept the room, the interior decorated to exactly suit Yichen's refined yet minimalistic taste. "Looks like l'm in Long's condo."
"What?!" The idiot screamed, and for the first time since I woke up, I felt a great satisfaction.
Everyone else on the line burst out laughing, ignoring his rain of insults as I made my way downstairs to the kitchen for some water.
I noticed dried white stains on the black stair tiles. Out of nowhere, a memory crossed my mind.
Icy white streaks of hair
lacy black eye mask
Purple eyes
It was there one second, and gone in the next. I froze.