Before him

2. Meeting the devil.

Alex.

I opened my eyes to the dimly lit room, though it was daytime no one had open the thick drapes.

The aching in my skull ebbed and flowed like a cold tide, yet the pain was always there.

I understood at once why they call it a hangover, for it feels as if the blackest of clouds are over my head.

I splashed cold water on my face just to feel something refreshing and instantly wish l could wash my brain free of the toxins too.

The mirror showed my eyes, no longer the glamour girl of last night.

After washing my face when I finally got into my senses, I realized I wasn't in my room.

How the fuck did I got here?

I remember going to the club what the fuck happened next?

Where the fuck am I???

Why the fuck do my head hurt so much???

With my head in my hands I walked out of the mainly room.

The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns and the walls were the greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard.

"Hello beautiful," A voice bloomed through the hall way.

I turned to look at the source of the voice that made my head pound even more if possible.

The voice belonged to a cute guy with grey eyes, 5'7 height wearing only sweatpants which hung dangerously low on his waist.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" I asked with bored eyes, he chuckled handing me a cup,

"Here, have this. It will make you feel better." The guy informed.

I drank it at once.

"Who the fuck are you? And what am I doing here?" I asked more bitterly this time.

The guy again just chuckled making my blood boil.

"Look here, little boy. I don't like repeating myself. It's either you speak or either you fucking die." Venom laced in my voice.

"Such a dirty mouth for a cute little girl like you." He spoke grinning.

Mf, thats it.

In a quick motion I took out my pocket knife from under my boot rushed over to him and held my pocket knife over his neck.

"Yea, bitch. Now talk. Who is pretty now?" I said pressing my knife a little deeper into his throat making him choke.

"Who are you?? Get off me," the stupid ass guy said,

This guy is fucking making my hangover worst.

"Your worst nightmare motherfucker." I said kicking him in the balls making him kneel down and pressing my knife into his back making two deep cuts near his backbone and one on his stomach.

He screams giving me more headache, I slammed his head into glass table making him unconscious.

Walking over his unconscious body I opened his fridge, took a glass of water, drank some and threw the rest over his body.

I walked out of his house called my men to pick me up.

Within 10 mins my men were outside the shit hole.

********

Dad was waiting for me at the entrance of the house along the guards.

"You have 2 hours to get ready, Lucifer will be here in 2 hours to take you with him." Dad informed eyeing me up and down.