The Accidental Detective: Finding Her Boss

Chapter 8

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**TW: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF SELF HARM**

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Loriatte woke up, once again feeling like a truck had run over her right after a plane fell on her, and to top it off, a persistent, irritating 'beep-beep' sound intensified her already throbbing headache.

She cracked open her heavy eyelids, blinking through the initial blur to clear her vision.

At first, she was confused on where she was, looking around the slightly unfamiliar room and trying to piece together whose house she crashed in at last night.

Then her eyes landed on her different belongings scattered around the small but cozy room, waiting to be unpacked and set up, and the memories came flooding back.

Of course.

She was a part time cop now.

That annoying beeping sound made her snap her head to the side only to see an IV attached to her arm with a monitor right next to it.

Right, she got the shit punched out of her.

The last thing she remembered was looking up at Zayden's very defined jaw as he carried her and wanting to run  a finger to see if it was as sharp as it looked, then lost conciseness as his scent overwhelmed her senses.

Loriatte groaned.

She couldn't wait for all this to be over so she could be as far away from him as possible, and also the danger that comes with his job.

Feeling bold, she ripped the tubes attached to her off- for the sake of having a dramatic tv scene moment- but instant regret poured over her as a blood curdling scream left her throat at the pain that shot through her entire arm, even making her toes curl.

"HOLY HELL!!"

Movies make it look so...not painful!

She held onto her left wrist which was now bleeding, then walked to her bathroom in search of a first aid kit to treat her new wound- caused by herself.

As she exited the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, she wondered why Zayden hadn't come knocking on her door yet, yelling for her to keep it down. Given the amount of noise she made, he must have heard and knowing him, it must've gotten on his nerves.

When she gazed down at the side table by her bed, she saw a plate with the sandwich and glass of juice that she had prepared earlier.

A genuinely shocked expression washed over her face.

Was this the detective's way of being thoughtful?

How sweet, she rolled her eyes.

When she took a closer look , she saw that there were a couple of pills on the plate, and a pink post-it note.

She picked up the piece of paper and read its contents.

Stepped out, I'll be back in a few.
Eat up and take the medication to help soothe whatever pain you're feeling.

Don't wait up, take your rest.

Zayden H.

I mean, he could have just texted her.

Did the boy even have her number?

She wouldn't be surprised if his weird self stalked her and somehow found her number or something.