“There are these things, they’re called eyes; they are given to everyone at birth, you should use them sometime.” He quipped
I was so stunned that I couldn’t mutter a comeback. He gave me one last look and without another word, he was gone.
Mother fucking dick.
How dare he? First he bumped into me and then he played it off like it was my fault?
He ruined an expensive tan coat that was one of my favorites and then he spilled whatever that was on my leather jacket and top. And he’s complaining about a drink?
I’d gladly buy him a drink if he replaces my clothes.
That would have been a good comeback. Darn it, Adira.
I stalked back to where Liv was while trying to keep my annoyance at bay. Who the hell does he think he is?
Liv was thankfully, still sitting where I left her. She took me in for a full second before asking.
“Why do you smell like beer?” she looked at me for another second, “And where’s my water?”
It was at that moment I decided I was done, I called an uber and half an hour later, we were back in my house.
It took ten minutes to get Olivia from the car to the room. She fell asleep during the ride and she was a very deep sleeper. There could be a massive explosion and she still wouldn’t wake up.
I may have bumped her head against a few doors but as long as she didn’t wake up, it didn’t matter. She’d probably think it was part of her hangover.
I finally got her up the stairs and into the bed. I changed her clothes and put her in a pair of silk pajamas that she loved then proceeded to help her clean off the makeup.
Usually she would sleep in it but I had white sheets and there was no way I was letting her get makeup on it.
It was after I finished cleaning it that she groaned and opened her eyes slightly. “Where are we?”
“Home, Liv.” I whispered, “Go to sleep.”
“He was hot,” she mumbled, then fell back asleep.
I had no idea what she was talking about and honestly, I was not ready to ask.
I pulled the blanket over her body and started with my own night time routine.
I had set my alarm and cuddled beneath the blanket when a notification popped up on my phone. I picked it up to see that it was from Marissa.
“I sent a message earlier but this is a reminder, the sketches are on your desk and you have a meeting at 8 tomorrow.”
I let out a half groan, half scream into my pillow then changed the time on my alarm,
Fuck my life.
CHAPTER 3: EIGHT DAYS POST BREAK-UP
There were three things I also hated about drinking during the week.
First was the goddamn hangover. I couldn’t remember drinking so much yesterday but apparently my brain did because I had to drink two cups of coffee so the pounding in my head would stop for a split second.
Second was the drive to work. Imagine driving through New York after a long night; different people hitting their horns at the same time. It’s like having a very busy construction site in your head. It’s bad on a normal day, but it’s somehow magnified by a million after a night of drinking.
Let’s not forget the rude as fuck drivers who keep honking when the road is clearly blocked or busy. Sometimes I wish I could standin the middle of the road and scream at them to fly over my head if they wished. Or better yet, stab them in the eyes with my heels- I’m kidding, sometimes.
The last, was how somehow work seemed to always pile up for me the day after I spent the night out. When I left yesterday, my desk was clear except for my unfinished sketches. When I arrived, I had an entire pile of folders filled with sketches I needed to go over and make adjustments to.
