Holliewood (Completed)

chapter twelve

This wasn't how I imagined my evening would go. I took a deep breath as I exited my car and started unloading my bags from the trunk. My level of irritation had to be reduced before I got to his front door, even though he was responsible for it.

Firstly, I had gotten lost on my way to his place. That of course wasn't his fault, because my GPS misdirected me, but I would've found my way much quicker if only he had answered my calls. Secondly, after finding my way and getting to his gate, he still hadn't answered my calls or texts. I knew he had given me the code to his gate before he left for the weekend, but I still wanted to let him know that I was about to enter his property. Anyway, I ended up inputting the code and entering his gate. Lastly, I was madder about having to drag all my luggage. Some help would've been nice.

It also didn't help that it was chilly outside and it looked like it was about to rain again.

I observed his place as I walked to the front door, holding my multiple bags. From the outside, his place was very flashy, but of course, what did I expect from a rapper?

His Mediterranean-styled home reminded me of the houses I was so used to seeing in areas like Buckhead, Atlanta. There was also a large water fountain in front of the main door where his sports cars were parked. Three of them to be precise.

I got to his front door and knocked on the heavy door, placing my bags down. Voices could be heard on the other side of the door, but they sounded like murmurs.

"Raymond," I called against the door, proceeding to knock again. If I was outside for another minute, I wasn't going to hold my tongue as I planned on doing.

I knocked again.

"Raymond," I spoke louder this time.

I finally heard someone approach the door. It was a matter of seconds before the door opened and I was face-to-face with a droopy and red-eyed Raymond.

His Versace robe was loose and his appearance wasn't one that I was comfortable with. But it made sense when I saw the lipstick stains along his neck and chest.

"Hollie," he rubbed his eyes, speaking softly as he slurred his words, "what are you doing here?"

"It's Tuesday. I'm supposed to be here, we spoke about this," I said in confusion.

He rubbed his eyes again and lowered his gaze to the floor, noticing my bags. "My bad," he said simply.

He had to be drunk out of his mind because he struggled to pay attention.

"Come in," he motioned, reaching for my bags.

"No, I got it," I said taking a hold of them instead. I wasn't going to risk him dropping them while all my valuables were inside.

I heard the door close behind me. The faint sound of music met my ears and I waited for him to lead the way.

"I'm sorry. I honestly forgot," he apologised.

"It's okay. Just show me where I'll be sleeping," I tried to keep my annoyance in check. He was probably going to forget about all of this by tomorrow morning, so sharing my thoughts on everything wouldn't matter.

"Right," he said, taking my shoulder bag and handbag from me, even after
I had told him not to. This left me with my suitcase and toiletry storage bag.