Chapter 8
Veronica
Ugh. I. Am. So. Disgusting.
I continued to upchuck the contents of my stomach, or at least whatever was left that I didn’t throw up last night after getting home from the club.
I woke up with the hangover to end all hangovers and found out my best friend did not come home last night. It was a miracle I was able to remember the spare key to her place was behind the potted plant or else I would’ve probably slept on her front porch.
Actually, I’m surprised I got here alive, without any of my stuff stolen since I was pretty out of it last night. I didn’t even remember what happened in the club after I got wasted.
Meh. It’s probably fine. Leila would tell me if something career-shattering happened.
I ransacked the contents of her kitchen and medicine cabinet but I did not find even one Advil, which amazes me. It made me wonder if my best friend was immune to hangovers or something. Nevertheless, once I figured I was going to have to live with this mother of all headaches for a couple of hours, I shed the little black dress I was wearing and borrowed some of Leila’s clothes, picking up a brown hoodie and some grey sweatpants from the pile, not even feeling the least bit intrusive. I doubt she’s even going to know they’re missing.
Okay, now to get out of here. I picked up my purse and took my phone out, sending a quick text to Leila and telling her I’m gonna split. She’s probably still knocked out at wherever place she decided to crash.
I locked her place up and hid the key back under the plant and hailed a cab. I rummaged around my purse, and thank God I hid a pair of sunglasses in there because the lights were blinding my eyes. I quickly put them on and leaned my head back against the backseat, massaging my temples with both of my hands as I rattled off my address.
I got home faster than I expected and looked around the block first before leaving, making sure there were no paparazzi around to see my walk of shame. It looked like the coast was clear so I hopped out of the cab and keyed in the code for the gate then headed inside.
I let out a sigh of contentment when a gush of cool air from the air conditioning hit me full in the face after going inside. Sasha must’ve come here earlier and set everything up, which was really nice of her. I saw her message asking me where I was, but because I was still feeling like crap, I just sent a quick reply that I was at Leila’s.
“I’ll call her later. I’ll take a shower first,” I said, saying it aloud so I’ll remember.
I climbed the stairs sluggishly and was about to enter my room, when I heard something weird coming from the guest room. I furrowed my brows and tilted my head, trying to place the sound.
It sounded like…a shower was running.
I shook my head vigorously, thinking I was just imagining things, but after waiting few seconds, the sound was still there. Someone was inside my house.
Could it be Sasha? No way, she never sleeps here, much less take a shower. My eyes widened, and my instincts kicked in, replacing my initial fear into anger. How dare this piece of shit take a shower at my house? The nerve of him! Or her, now that I thought about it, thievery doesn’t discriminate.
This thief sure had a lot of balls though, taking a shower as well as my stuff. I wondered whether I should get in there and scare the motherfucker out of here or just call the police immediately, but I decided on the former. I wanted to give this fucker his just desserts for even thinking to do this to me.
I hurried to my room and looked around for something as a weapon and remembered getting a baseball set from Henry for Christmas last year. He told me I needed to engage in more sports instead of playing my video games, and maybe swing a couple of home runs. Well, I was going to swing a home run, alright.
I opened my closet and dug through my things, finding the box at the bottom. I picked it up and removed the lid cover, my face forming an evil grin as I saw the bat was made with metal alloy. This would do just fine.
I grabbed the bat with both my hands gripping on the handles tightly and I cautiously went back to the corridor, opening the door softly so I wouldn’t startle whoever was in there. I kept my footsteps light and quiet, raising my bat high as I spotted the bathroom door slightly ajar. I swallowed and pushed the door open, but I couldn’t see much as the steam from the shower was fogging up the glass door. The outline suggested it was a guy though…a really tall one with a nice ass.
Oh my God, why did I just think about that? He’s a fucking thief, for crying out loud!
I shook my head, getting rid of those vulgar thoughts and raised my bat high with one hand and the other wrapping around the steel handle of the glass door.
Well, this was it. It was go time.
I took a deep breath and pursed my lips in determination. I counted off to three, and opened the door wide.
I screamed bloody murder as I raised the bat, ready to swing, but my voice died as I got a good look of this ‘thief’.
I recognized him immediately from the picture on his file. His green eyes were wide as he stared at me, his muscular arms raised at his side but not making any move to cover himself. His thick lips were shut and he had an angular jawline that I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was able to cut diamonds. His shoulders were wide and muscular, a sexy prelude to the huge chest he had, going down to six—no, eight packs in his abdomen. I swallowed the saliva gathering in my mouth as I looked at him and I stopped for half of a second. Did my eyes go ever lower?
I zoned in on the main course because, of course, they did.
And oh boy, was I not disappointed.
Sweet Mary, Mother of God, he was so…HUGE.