The Hunter's Angel

You're Whipped

Yet another Sunday morning had been ruined for me, this time thanks to the little argument I had with Hunter yesterday. 

I had spent the rest of the day trying to be productive, but I mainly just moped around the house and binged crappy rom-com's to try and distract myself from thinking about our fight. 

I was hoping I would wake up this morning in a pleasant mood, ready for a fresh start. It was Sunday after all, and I rarely let anything spoil my favorite day. 

Clearly, it wasn't going as planned. 

I was granted an ounce of pleasantness when I first woke up, right before the cobwebs in my head were dusted away and my mind was yet to be fully awake. 

But, lo and behold, the moment those cobwebs were scattered, and I remembered yesterday's events, my bad mood took over. 

That mood followed me around for most of the day. 

I couldn't help feeling this way. I absolutely hated unresolved arguments, and I despised when people left upset. 

It reminded me of nights at home when I was younger, when my parents would argue relentlessly and then storm off, leaving the house fuming with rage. I always told myself that I would never be like them, never leave any situation with anger or a lack of resolve, or let anybody else do the same. 

Look at me now. Guess the apple didn't fall too far from the rotten tree. 

I was planning on spending the day at home, stuffing my face with cookies and shutting off the outside world, but Kat invited me and Liam to brunch and I couldn't turn her down. 

It was kind of our tradition after a big party - sipping on bottomless mimosas while we spilled all the details on what went down the night before. 

We were supposed to go yesterday afternoon, but everyone was too hungover to even think about stepping into the sunlight. It worked out well too, seeing as the last thing I had been in the mood for was talking about Hunter right after he stormed off. 

There was no way I was escaping the questions about him today, though. I had no doubt that Kat and Liam were showing up to brunch loaded with an army of questions, the main one being what the hell we were doing together. 

I really wished I had an answer for that too because it seemed like absolutely everyone, including Hunter, wanted to know just that. 

Mentally preparing my bullshit responses, I headed out the door and down to the garage to my ride. Letting a small smile slip out at the sight of my baby, I slid inside and started her up, pulling out of the complex. 

I gave a small wave to Bruce, who was currently posted out on the street in his Cadillac, and he nodded in my direction, probably preparing to follow behind me. 

It was weird how normal this had become for me, but in all honesty, it could have been way worse. Plus, Bruce was a pretty relaxed guy when it came to drug-running bodyguards. 

It only took me about 10 minutes to get to the restaurant that Kat had chosen. It was this small, trendy brunch spot in Westwood that was famous for its crunchy french toast. 

Just thinking about it made my mood a little better. 

Parking near the front and slipping out of my car, I adjusted my skirt so the blowing wind wouldn't give everyone a show. I was wearing a floral maxi skirt with a slit up the side that screamed springtime, along with a cropped white t-shirt and my Air Forces. 

Pushing my wavy locks behind my ear, I grinned as I made eye contact with Kat sitting at the patio. 

She was beaming as I walked over, raising a half-empty flute of mimosa in the air. "Sorry babe, started without you."