Hayes Lawson

A low groan escaped from Hayes’ lips; his head throbbed like crazy, and the sunlight was not helping. But what sobers him up is that he can’t move a muscle. His brows scrunched together as he pried open his eyelids with much difficulty. “Fuck…” He didn’t remember drinking that much last night to be this messed up.\nHis hazel eyes adjusted as he blinked slowly, but it didn’t change the fact that he was somewhere unrecognizable. The ceiling doesn’t look like his penthouse or even anywhere of his friends or family. Where the fuck… Hayes tugged on his limbs only to find that he couldn’t move them. Straining his head around, only then he noticed that he had been restrained. Bound to the bed. “What the fu…”\nThen, a voice caught his attention—a voice that he recognizes so easily and is so familiar. You. He craned his head backward to look back at your approaching figure. “What the fuck kind of sick game are you playing now.” He watched as you crouched before him, your lips tucked into a wicked grin that never failed to irritate him.