ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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I shouldn't have drank so much. It's my first thought as I wake up, a tingling headache consuming my body.
Moving my legs against the silk sheets, I understand that I'm naked, and snapping my eyes open I don't see Moretti anywhere.
Groaning, I wrap the blanket around my body, making my way to the bathroom. Moretti isn't here either.
I brush my teeth, trying to take the alcohol taste of my tongue, and clean the smudged eyeliner and lipstick from my face, the cold water helping my hungover.
I wonder what happened for me to be naked and with half the lipstick I wore smudged in my cheek.
Dressing gray sweatpants and a black top, I brush the knots of the still wavy hair from last night, and head downstairs.
Lukas is seated at the table, laptop in front of him as he eats from the cereal bowl.
"Why was I naked?" I grumble, my hand blocking the immense daylight from hitting directly into my eyes.
"You were dead set on seducing me." Moretti muses, a smirk covering his lips, eyes moving nowhere from his laptop screen. I roll my eyes, regretting it instantly.
I wouldn't even need myself naked to seduce him.
Throwing the pillows off the couch to the floor, I lay down, arm above my eyes.
I feel like a truck ran me over. My head pounds, I'm fatigued, tired, and I can feel my patience running on thin ice.
Lukas approaches me, a cup of water in his hand, two pills inside the other. "Here."
"Thanks." I mumble, sitting up and gulping all of it down.
Lukas chuckles down at me, and I glare at him.
I can't help it.
His face is just so aggravating, even more so these last couple of days. Sometimes I can't stand to look at him, my heart starts racing and I lose focus just so that I can stare solely at him.
I don't know why, and it's unnerving.
And I am so not ready to deal with peaks of emotions today.
"Don't look at me like that." He snaps.
"It's your fault!" I argue, rubbing my temples.
"How is it my fault that you got drunk just to piss me off?"
"I was enjoying myself, not everything revolves around you." I grumble back.
"Sure...now I have to take your bitchy attitude." He scoffs, looking up at the ceiling. "Fuck sake." I hear him mumble
"That's your-"
"Let me guess, my fault too?" He sarcastically interrupts, and I nod.
If he wasn't the boss, and hadn't given me free pass to whatever drink I wanted, I wouldn't have exaggerated on the drinks because I would have to pay them.
