Kill of the night

Chapter 7

April 2nd
Melbourne

Josie

Bang bang bang

I jump on the bed, startled by the sudden noise coming from the front door. Vicky next to me grumbles and takes her hand brutally fast to the bedside table, "Turn that shit off" She fumbles along the surface looking for the alarm clock.

"I would if the noise had come from there" I snuggle into her tits, using them as a pillow and deciding that if we don't show signs of life, the person will eventually go away.

What time is it?

I sigh, relieved to be surrounded by silence until another knock sounds at our door, "Oh for fuck sake"

"Just go" Vicky pushes my cheek off from between her tits and I frown.

"Me? Why don't you go?" I sit on the bed looking down at V's relaxed face.

"It could be Jack"

"Again, why me?"

"I don't want to face him right now, I need time to prepare myself first to end things with him."

"Oh poor Jack" I get out of bed after hearing a knock on the door for the 3rd time, "You better know that if it's actually you, Jack" I say loudly walking towards the door as I put a robe over my pyjamas, "I won't answer for my actions"

Turning the knob, I come face to face with the postman. He is hiding behind a big bouquet of flowers "Good morning, Miss Josie?"

"That's me, how can I help you?" He sighs exhausted and basically throws the bouquet into my arms before he sneezes.

"I believe these are for you" I form a straight line with my lips, holding back my laughter as best I can, when I see the poor man with puffy eyes and runny nose. He must be allergic.

"Thank you, can you tell me who sent them?" He points to the ship.

"It has a note" A sneeze, "have a nice day miss" Another sneeze.

I close the door after wishing him a good day at work and hear him sneeze again at the end of the hall.

"Was it him?" When I go back to the room, Victoria is sitting with her back against the bed frame, fiddling with her phone.

"Nope, no sign of Jack, but the postman brought me these" I hold them out towards her and she looks up at the magnificent scent of the flowers. The bouquet has a mix of various flowers but surprisingly they are all my favorites.

"How much do you bet this was Harry's doing?" She asks calmly, getting up and walking to the kitchen.

I stand for a few minutes in the room just looking down at the bouquet. I don't need to bet anything, I know it was him.

"I spoke to him yesterday" I follow her.

"Seriously? At the party"

"Yep, when I went to the bathroom he followed me"

"Oh I saw that, I thought you guys fucked or something" She sits on one of the chairs and smirks towards me.

I roll my eyes, "He asked what he could do to get me back, he sounded really desperate" I confess, "what I really wanted was an explanation but he won't give it to me anytime soon...so I said he would have to fight for me"

"First step, obviously, is to win you back cause if a man sent a bouquet of my favorite flowers to my apartment, I would be on my way to suck his dick by now"