Rhea Taylor applies for a job with a position for assistant chief hoping to further her status later on. What happens when she gets paired with the man in charge?
Head chief of the department, Aaron Young, works day and night with no rest. He can't...
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⇠⇢ "Is this life for livin'? Oh, ease my mind, ease my mind" ⇠⇢ Rhea Taylor ⇠⇢
I always remind myself never to drink too much alcohol but I can never keep the prompt.
I don't remember much from last night up until I was in the car with Aaron. I remember bits and pieces, here and there. Turns out my key was all the way in the bottom corner. There's this little spot in my bag where any little thing you put in there, it will swallow it. Leaving no where to find it, so I can't really blame him for that.
He dropped me off at my house just an hour ago. No words were spoken between us on the drive here. It was like he didn't want to talk at all while I just didn't want to upset him considering his temper that I've gotten use to.
I had a huge ass headache waking up so that was another reason why I didn't want to talk. The jerk didn't even give me an aspirin or some sort of painkiller. He always has something up his ass.
The amount of alcohol I saw in his house proves my point in why I know he has painkillers somewhere.
I took a nap as soon as I got in not caring to take off my clothes. I was still wearing his shirt and shorts. I asked if he wanted it back — I could've just worn my outfit from last night on the way here— but he said just keep it. I didn't want a reminder of his arrogant nonchalant self so I through it in a empty- neglected drawer.
Waking up from my nap just a few minutes past and I'm grabbing an aspirin from my bathroom cabinet. The headache was still going and I needed it to go away.
Today was Saturday and I always go for a jog or just some time of exercise to keep my blood pumping on these type of days. Exercise was regular, almost like food, a necessity. I'd feel icky if I don't. Just because I don't have a trainer anymore doesn't mean I have to start slacking.
When I applied for my job position and got the email from the place I work at now it explained that I get to pick what days I would like off, ahead of time. So I chose the weekends— very convenient for me.
Leaving the bathroom, I go pick out my jogging fit. Some leggings and a sports bra— all from Gym shark, I ordered about a month ago. I covered with a light jacket.
Reaching towards the bottom drawer where I keep my more personal things, I take my taser and grab my phone from the bed. Just as I grab it, it buzzes.
Checking the screen, I roll my eyes at yet another message from him this month. He texts me every month wondering when I'm going to get back with him. He wants me to be with me again. He'll do better this time. We can try new things. All I have to do is just say the word.
I don't think he would ever get it. Hudson only wants what Hudson wants. He wants you to satisfy his needs then kick you to the curb like litter. I did once and I won't do it again. Especially not when Aaron tries to pull the same shit on me.
