I woke up sweating like crazy from the memory of my past, the man I loved more then anything back then. The love I left behind and have regretted every day since then. My parents were killed when I was three, I had been in the orphanage my whole life until that fateful day.

My best friend was always a boy named Chuck, he was one of the first kid to talk to me and he stuck by my side as I grew up. He was the same age as me but older by a few months, so I always looked up to him. He never knew his parents, he was left at the hospital as a baby, so he was a bitter young man from the beginning.

I lay back down in the bed, looking around the bare room trying to calm my racing heart. My lips were dry, my throat was dry and I felt like I had cotton mouth. Noticing a glass of water beside me on the night stand I sat up and tentatively took a drink.

Checking out the room, the walls were a very nice light tan color with some paintings that look like expensive art. The bed had blood red cotton sheets, red pillow cases and a fleece navy blue blanket on it. The room looked modern and clean, there was a dresser and two stands with random objects on them as well as a desk full of paper.

The man who knew me was slumped over the desk sound asleep over some kind of paperwork, deciding against waking him up I decided to search for a bathroom. I opened one of the three doors and it was a walk in closet, checking around there wasn't any clothes in here just some boxes of stuff and a couple safes.

Trying the next door it opened up into a nice en-suite bathroom, it was actually quite large. There was a nice large tub, perfect for a nice hot bubble bath. A standing shower with glass doors, a sink and toilette. The urge to pee hit me, so I quickly locked the door and relieved myself, when washing up I could hear someone talking in the other room, but they were so quiet I couldn't hear what was being said.

With that I walked out of the bathroom to find the man who knows me, Charlie, and his driver buddy, Marshal having a hushed conversation by the door to the hallway. Both of them stop talking and stare at me, feeling self conscious I play with my hair trying to make sure its not a rats nest.

"She really is a lot prettier then you said man." Marshal finally says as he slaps Charlie on the back and laughs.

"Okay and that's your cue to leave man! Piss off." with that he shoved Marshal out of the door and leaned against it after it closed. He had his one hand pinching the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache.

Taking a quick moment to look him over he has black hair that hangs down past his ears, he has brilliant green eyes that just sparkle, strong jaw line, a full beard that hangs down a good four inches from his chin, and a very strong muscular build. He isn't like hulking huge, but you can definitely tell he is strong. Blushing as I realized what I was doing I quickly covered up my embarrassment by going and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Since you know me, am I supposed to know you?" I question, his head shoots up and he runs his hand through his long black hair.

"Doesn't matter, are you hungry?" he deflects the question, so I decide to just let it go for now because my stomach feels like its trying to eat itself because I am so hungry. Nodding my head he smiles and picks up his phone, calling a local pizza place and ordering two large pizzas.

"You can go shower, I have someone getting you clothes that will fit." there was a knock at the door, he opens it and there is a girl holding five bags of clothes with a large smile.

"Here ya go dude, got things I figured she may like and a few I liked. If she doesn't want anything I will take them." he chuckled and shook his head as she handed him the clothes, she peeked around him and gave me a smile and a wave, I timidly waved back.

"Thanks so much Jenny, I owe ya." he replied as she smiled again and turned around and walked away. Bringing the clothes to me he hands me a bag and places the rest on the bed.

"Thank you." I said as I opened the first bag. This bag had three or four pairs of different types of leggings, all in all it was nice clothes. Some leggings, jeans, shorts, skirts, tanks, band tees, and some bra and pantie sets. There were a couple that were very sexy, not sure if I would wear them but maybe.

Picking a pair of leggings and one of the larger band tees with clean undies and a bra I disappeared into the shower. I stripped and climbed in after making sure the temperature was good. It felt so nice to stand under the hot water, I used the manly smelling stuff in the shower and scrubbed myself good and clean, making sure to use extra conditioner on my hair because it is almost down to my butt so it needs lots of care.

I get out and realize I didn't bring any towels, looking around the room there aren't any cupboards that could store towels either. Trying to think of a way out of this, I holler hoping the guy is still in the room.

"Hey, buddy! I don't have any towels in here." I can hear him laughing as a door opens and closes again. Listening to silence my first thought is the fucker left me, but as soon as I thought that I heard the door again and there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"I got two towels here for you, open the door and I will pass them to you." I can hear the amusement in his voice, hiding behind the door I open it a crack and hold my hand out. He places the towels on my hand and I quickly pull them into the bathroom and shut the door in his face.

"Thanks." I call out meekly, feeling extremely embarrassed. I dry off, wrap my hair and get dressed. I found his deodorant and said fuck it and just put some on, I needed something. Coming out of the bathroom, I noticed he had two boxes of pizza sitting on his desk now, the papers cleaned up and put away. There was also a case of pepsi, water and a couple bottles of apple juice.

"I wasn't sure what you liked to drink so I got a few things sent up, hope this is good?" he asked kind of unsure, almost nervous. I smiled and nodded at him as I walked over and grabbed a bottle of apple juice. It has always been my favorite drink, ever since I was little.

"Thank you, again." I added, "Do you have anything I can brush my hair out with though?" he has a piece of pizza in his hands and a mouth full of cheezie goodness when he moves his head towards the bed. I go over and sure enough with one of the bags of clothes I missed there was a brush, deodorant and even body wash.

Grabbing the brush I run it through my hair and throw it in a quick french braid so it will stay out of my face today. I go over to the pizza and instantly start drooling. He ordered a chicken bacon ranch, and a meat lovers pizza along with an order of cheezy bread sticks. Picking up the chicken bacon ranch I bite in and let out a moan, it tastes so damn good I scarf it down quickly without a care in the world.

"You have a bit of sauce," he points to a spot on his cheek indicating where I had made a mess. Blushing I quickly try to wipe it with my hand, missing the spot. He leans over with a napkin and wipes my face clean, "here ya go." he says with a gentle smile on his face. I could feel my face heat up before grabbing another slice of pizza. We just kind of sit and eat in silence, not needing any words between the two of us.