Breaking The Game [Book #1]

Chapter 40

Allie

Nights are supposed to be my days. Well they used to be. It's been two days since I've seen Alix; two days I've been a complete mess on the inside. If she didn't mean a word she said to me that day I'm sure she would've called ... or something.

What if she really wants nothing to do with me? I miss her so much.

I had a long day of work. It's 9pm and I got there around 7 in the morning. Surprisingly, I made a lot of money. Some rich customers came in today with high expectations. I have over one thousand dollars in my pocket and a cramped right hand.

I just got home. My white baggy shirt and baggy blue jeans are stained with black ink and other colors. My hair is in a bun and I've just taken out my white plugs.

North has been here with me since. Her office looks amazing. I never knew what that room looked like empty and clean. Her friends were pretty pissed with us - mostly me because of the mess 'I' made.

I'm exhausted and not feeling well. The same thoughts are running through my head each and every minute of the hour. Drinking doesn't help and I'm getting sick of throwing up.

I walk up the hall to North's office. The door is cracked open a little. She bought a new lamp for the room so now it's always bright. Seeing the room lit up now is also something new to me.

I gently knock on the door and wait for a response.

"Come in." She said softly.

I slowly push open the door and step inside. Her Apple desktop is huge and luxurious. Her dark wooden desk stretches around against the left wall. Her printer sits in the back of the room to the left. The black computer chair is pushed in the desk.

Pens, pencils, sticky notes, markers and other objects are organized on top of the desk. Her file cabinets are against the right wall. I drift my eyes over to North, whose night time clothing just put me on edge.

Her hair hangs down her back. She has on this skimpy red laced night gown that stops inches above her knees. She's holding a paper in her hand, analyzing it.

"Busy?" I asked.

"Just reading something." She answered.

"You're not cold in that?" I asked.

My eyes are drifting to all the wrong places that look so right.

She finally looked up at me. "Not really. How was work? You look dead ... and super dirty in ink."

I chuckled. "I made a thousand bucks today, in return a cramped hand, dirty clothes and a gushy brain."

"Oh my god that's awesome! Such luck." She said cheerfully.

"Some rich dudes. Those tattoos took forever. Can't believe they actually went with the prices." I said.

She smiled. "Hard work pays off. How much were they?"

"Well I did half a sleeve for five hundred. The ink, design and colors add on. The other guy made me do his left ribcage for four hundred. The design was also costly. Then some small requests came in."

"Yeah, your hand is done for the rest of the week." She teased.

I smile at her. Her eyes lower back down to the paper. She steps over to the right and takes one last look at it before she sets it down on the last file cabinet.

"Did you eat anything yet?" I asked.

"Nope, been waiting for you." She answered.

"Should I order something?" I asked.