Waking up the next day I felt like I had been kicked by a horse. My head was throbbing, and the headache I had long exceeded a migraine, having become a vicious tension headache that would likely require a hot shower, and one of the overly expensive opiate medications that I has here somewhere.
I would remember but when a hangover, and a headache mix it's like walking around with a thunderstorm for a brain.
Rolling out of bed I walked into the bathroom and undressed before stepping into the shower to massage the the tension out of my shoulders and neck. This was probably the only thing that helped considering I didn't particularly like being touched.
It sounded stupid but my brain didn't like the idea after the last person to touch me in a kind way was my mother on the night she died. Occasionally the image of my parents lying there slumped in the seats of that Jaguar came to haunt me in the middle of the night, and I'd have nightmares that made it impossible to sleep, let alone get any capability to sleep.
When I finally stepped out of the shower I looked into the mirror and could see the glossiness of my eyes showing that the reminiscence of that night still affected me, and would for a long time.
Crossing the room after drying off I got dressed, and threw my clothing from yesterday into a plastic bag one of several I kept in one of my dresser drawers before walking out and heading downstairs to find Sav cleaning up the mess from last night.
Setting the bag at the front door I walked into the living room and wordlessly took one of the large garbage bags to start helping her clean up the living room. Downstairs was always clean because no one that was down there left any evidence of what happened there. It was sort of like a VIP area in a club completely anonymous though we all knew who frequented the basement.
For the next hour Sav and I walked around collecting bottles, and cups, lighting candles, and reorganizing and cleaning things until the whole house looked neat and tidy now.
By the time we were done I had rolled my sleeves to my shoulders and Sav's hair was in a ponytail which at random times I'd flick to annoy her.
"Fuck off" she laughs swinging a pillow at me and hitting me in the side of the head.
"Really a pillow to the head" I muse giving her a cool devious look before a smirk rose to my lips.
Sav then instinctively dropped the pillow and began backing up slowly.
"Adrian whatever you are planning to do, don't think about it".
"I wasn't thinking about anything" I reply pacing her step for step though the only difference is I am a lot taller then her so soon I stood mere inches away from her.
Looking up at me I heard her breath hitch and a part of me buzzed at the sound almost like there was some underlying electric current making me enjoy the sound.
"I hate that I can't tell what you're thinking" she exhales being unable to meet my eyes.
"I could show you" I counter and I can see her features light up before I scoop her over my shoulder and carry her out to the pool before tossing her into the water making a massive splash that lapped water over the edges.
I then just watched with an amused smirk on my lips as Sav came up and pulled herself out of the pool spluttering water.
"Dick" she remarks.
"I know, now wring out your clothes I'll go throw out the bags" I say walking off to give her privacy.
Effortlessly lifting all of the bags I carried them out of the house, and down to the trash bin beside the garage, before pushing them down so that other things could go in.
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The Billionaire Darkness
Jugendliteratur{Book #0.5 of The Winters Series} Adrian Leo Winters was many things, the heir to his parents multi trillion dollar empire, the son of the renowned Alexander Winters, but underneath he was cold, and sad, broken from years of being away from his sist...
