Liminal space

chapter 7

*This chapter is spicy, so beware*

I only managed to sleep for a couple of hours, before i was yanked out of my dream by new incoming messages on my phone. I rolled over on my bed to check my phone

jean

PLEASE DONT IGNORE ME! JUST LOOK AT THIS!

I want to ignore her, but what if its important? I let out a sigh as my better judgment wins and I open her message.

Its a bunch of pictures of me and Damien leaving the party together.

These angles are horrible, we look like a couple! My thoughts are interrupted by an assault of messages coming from my "friends" and associates. I open them one by one and they all send me articles about me and Damien, and bombard me with questions. This is a nightmare, I let out an irritated sigh as I try to come to terms with the fact that hundreds of thousands of people are in my business. My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my door.

I cautiously walk to my door and peer through the peep whole. I see a large bald man in a suit. Who is this guy? I wasn't expecting any company,

MAYBE HIS FAMILY HIRRED AN ASSASIN TO MURDER ME?! FINALLY!

I peek through the door searching him to find that he has no weapons. awww I groaned out in sadness, a girl can only dream. He Knocks again before introducing himself

"Ms. Covet I have been sent to bring you back to Mr. Park, so that you can discuss personal business" he announces in a deep baritone voice. I don't want to go anywhere today but I need Damien to take all of these photos down. I slowly open the door and peak through

"I'll come with you sir, but just give me a few minutes to get um- ready" I say in a rushed voice. "Yes, ma'am I will be waiting down stairs" he says before turning to leave.
I shut the door and scramble through my apartment trying to get ready. I should definitely not look dead today.

I'm surprisingly feeling happy today... I wonder why I'm in such a good mood? Maybe its because of Damien. I look at my outfit through the mirror, My blue flare jeans and my white cropped black t-shirt, My mind drifts off to him, His tall body, his delicious cologne... I hope he likes my outfit- wait what the hell am I talking about?! Who am I? I look at my self in disgust, as my body lets out a shiver. Is this what it feels like... to have a crush? Ewwww! I run over into the bathroom and splash water on my face. Come on girl, get it together. I don't have time for boyfriends

If I'm gonna do this Im gonna need a shot.

I stroll into the kitchen and grab some alcohol. I pour a shot glass full of tequila, I drown it back, it burns all the way down my throat. I probably shouldn't be drinking alcohol first thing in the morning, But today already started off rough so I'm just enjoying the ride. I walk back into my bathroom and do my makeup, after my makeup is done, I brush my hair out. I pull my phone off of the charger and leave my home before locking my door. I walk down the stairs and I'm met by a large suv, and the weird guy is waiting in front of the door.

"Ms. Covet" he say while opening the car door for me

" You can just call me Eros" I say while entering the car

"sure thing, Ms. Eros" he says before closing the door and walking around the car to get in. I guess Ms. Eros is good enough, I buckle my seat belt before looking around the car. It was very spacious and its covered in black leather.

"Excuse me, What's your name?" I politely asks

"My name is Morgan rockwell , But everyone calls me shorty" he says while looking at me through the rearview mirror