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09|| green eyes.

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Green eyes. Why am I seeing blurry green eyes? I flutter my eyes open to see big green eyes staring at me with a big smile. "You're finally awake. I hope I didn't scare you or anything, 'cause that would be weird," the voice is familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. I rub my blurry eyes and look up at the white ceiling. I lick my dry lips and use my elbows to sit up correctly, and that's when it hits me.

Evangelia.

"Eva? What are you doing here?" I ask her, confused. I remove my hair from the front of my face and look around. This is not my apartment.

I hold my head as the pain starts to kick in. "Well, first off, take these. You probably have the most banging headache right now," I take the two pills out of her hand and the glass of water. I gulp down the pills and the whole glass of water.

I was thirsty.

I look around once more, then down at myself, and I was in just a shirt, a dressy one. And then it hits me. We went clubbing yesterday, and I had one too many drinks, and I got completely wasted.

"You got wasted, and-" she gets interrupted, and both of our heads turn. "And fucking threw up on me. You owe me a new shirt," James enters the room, shirtless. My eyes go wide at his chest, his chiseled chest at that, almost covered in tattoos.

"Put on a shirt, and hush," Eva stands up and rolls her eyes. I couldn't keep my eyes off his stone physique-it was eye-catching.

And Eva certainly noticed I was staring, by the small grin on her pink lips. I turn my attention back to her. "He called me because he had no clue what to do. He brought you here 'cause he didn't know where you lived. He was doing good up until now," she retorts and crosses her arms.

He's now in a shirt. "Where's my brother?" James asks as he sprays cologne on his body.

I could use some more water.

"He's at the house, taking care of our children, being a father, being a good person, something you would know nothing about." Yup, they definitely hate each other.

"Thanks for the compliment, sweetie," James deadpans, and it clearly pisses Eva off.

"Chapeau impulsif," she mutters, but he hears, and I do as well, and I can't help but laugh.

Both of their heads snap to me. "She isn't wrong. You are an impulsive asshat," I shrug.

Eva smiles, and James shakes his head. "You know French?" I nod.

"My mother is French, so she taught me when I was a little girl," I say with a smile, picturing my mother's face in my mind.

"Of course, she's French," James throws his hands in the air and storms out.

Eva rolls her eyes and tells me to ignore him. "Now, I've brought over a change of clothes for you. Let's get you out of this," she told.

I change in the bathroom, his bathroom. I close the door and then look in the mirror. I see my green dress and purse on the countertop, along with other things. A toothbrush, and men's things. I find an extra toothbrush under the sink in the packaging, and I use it to brush my teeth. I couldn't help but smell the scent that coated my nose from the shirt. It smelled like him. Everything in here smelled like him. Would it be weird if I kept this shirt?

Yes, yes it would.

I begin to change, and after, I look in my purse for something. I smile once I find my red lipstick, and I apply a little dab on my lips. I then place kisses onto the mirror and then write 'thank you' on it after, and in the little corner, I write, 'I'll replace the shirt I threw up on, sorry for that.'

I close the bathroom door and meet Evangelia in the kitchen part of the home. It was beautiful. It's almost as if you could fit three rooms into the kitchen and living room combined. The designs and paintings were breathtaking.

"Much better," she says. I smile and let out a soft giggle. I look around to find the moody one, but he's not in sight.

"He's in his study. If you want, you can go give him a kiss goodbye," she says. I frown and raise a brow. "I'm just going to thank him. That's all. He's my boss," I reassure, and she rolls her eyes.

She tells me where the study is, and I walk and find it. I open the door, and he's sitting at his desk, that's new. He usually on the couch or pacing across the whole room. "What is it that you need now, Talia?" His tone was bitter.

I roll my eyes and approach his desk. "I just wanted to say thank you, and I'm sorry for throwing up on you last night. That wasn't me. I can't really handle the alcohol," I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

He says nothing, and I groan. "You're so confusing. How do you help me, and then when I thank you for your help, you don't even say anything?" I throw my hands up. His right eye twitches, and the grip on the pen he was holding grows tighter, just by how white his knuckles are turning.

"What the fuck do you want me to say? You're welcome, for fuck's sake. Now, get. the. fuck. out."

I scoff and storm out. "Is everything all right?" Eva says, and I shake my head. "Can you please just take me to my place? I have a headache, and I want to get some sleep," I say, and she nods.

"Thank you for the ride. I'll wash the clothes and give them back to you," I smile and give her a hug. "Keep them," she says.

I thank her once more with a hug. "And good job, throwing up on James. He totally deserved it. You know, I'm quite shocked he called me," she says, and I frown.

"Why would you be shocked?" I ask her, and she crosses her arms. "It's James we're talking about. He's an asshole. He doesn't do what he did for you just now. If it was any other person, he would've left them for dead." She sighs.

"But, I'll come check up on you at your job or here," she smiles and waves goodbye.

I walk into my apartment, still confused at what she said. Why did he help me?

I shake off those thoughts, and the first thing I do is check my phone. There are about a hundred phone calls and texts.

[Elisha & Char]
"We're so sorry we left you. I was wasted last night, I honestly forgot. Please don't be mad at us, and I hope you are alive and well."

[Char]
"Please be alive and well. Your lips are so soft."

[Me]
"Elisha, you really got messed up, didn't you?" I send a laughing emoji with a kitty emoji after.

[Me]
"I'm alive and well, but I'm going to get some rest. And yes, yours are softer."

I send the message, and my phone goes off immediately, but I throw it aside, and my eyes shut.