Belle Dawson had the perfect life with only 1 mishap, her rape and pregnancy at the age of 22 by her  university teacher, and she intended to keep it that way for a very long time, but alas it didn't work out as she wanted, seeing as on the first day working at a hospital she woke up with an arm around her waist and slightly loud snores coming from behind her.

Instantly and instinctively she elbowed the person and jumped out of bed, holding the baseball bat that she always kept near her bed in the person's direction. A tall dreamy-like guy stood on the other side of the bed, now standing and clutching their stomach, with no clothes safe for briefs.

"Wait! Don't hit me!" The man yelled between groans of pain, "Why are you in my bed?" Belle shouted, her face turning as red as her messy bed hair, "I-I-I was cold and you-I was cold and you prohibited me from entering any other room, so-so I thought I could sleep in your bed with you. I swear I didn't do anything." The man explained.

The redhead glared at him, still beet red from anger and embarrassment, "I told you to stay on the couch and that if you got cold that the blankets would be in the cabinet behind the couch." she told him, gently lowering the bat, "It was nearly half-past four in the morning when I came up." The man claimed, raising his hands in defense when he saw the redhead grip the bat tighter as he spoke. "I swear!" he added making the woman sigh and look at the clock and shake her head.

"Just get out." Belle claimed as she turned around to place the bat in place, "Get out as in get out of the room or get out as is get out of my palace." the man inquired, looking at the redhead, "Listen Derek, you gave me a ride home, or rather I drove seeing as you were stone drunk, and I let you crash here for the night but I have to get dressed for my first day of work. So when I say get out, I mean get the hell out before I murder you." Belle threatened, turning around to face the clearly older man with arms crossed over her chest.

The man, Derek, smirked at her words and dared tease "What? No breakfast before kicking me out?" "Actually yes, thanks for asking I take my coffee either black with two sugars or I take a caramel macchiato with Caramel drizzle and sea salt." Belle replied, her tone sarcastic as she walked away from the man that had crashed at her place and into her bathroom.