CHEMICAL (RE: V Leon Kennedy x Reader) [Leon POV] [Book#3]

Prologue

Those damn words loop in my head.

Why did Hunnigan tell me? Did she think I wanted to know.

I didn't.

She's in a committed relationship with a co worker.

I felt my chest slightly tighten and maybe even sank, but what can I do? 

Nothing. I could hop on a plane again and go see her-- would she break it off with the guy?

Probably not.

Fuck.

I shouldn't be so irritated by this but I am.

I felt my device vibrating in my pocket, it's been doing that almost every hour. I reach in my pocket taking a peek at who's trying to contact me.

Jacob.

Hunnigan.

I don't feel like answering.

I take a sip from my glass tasting the whiskey on my tongue, it puts me at ease for a while before I continue to feel anger coursing through me again. I hold the glass on my fingertips viewing the liquid flow as it tilts.

Her image appears in my mind, it infuriates me how bothered I am. The bartender came setting another glass right in front of me.

(Leon)-"I didn't order this."

(Bartender)-"This one's from that woman over there." I follow his finger pointing over to a woman with brown hair and hazel eyes, her natural plump lips making it an attractive feature. She waves a subtle hello.

She's beautiful but I don't care for her.

(Leon)-"Thanks." The bartender nods and moves on to the next patron. I push the glass away declining the invitation.

My pocket vibrates once more, feeling irritated enough. I fish it out and answer it.

(Leon)-"Yeah." I didn't even check to see who it was.

(Deacon)-"Hey Sweetheart, I was worried about you." Jacob chuckles.

(Leon)-"What do you want?"

(Deacon)-"Just curious where you were."

(Leon)-"None of your concern."

(Deacon)-"Turn around." I hang up immediately. I hear his designer shoe footsteps approaching.

(Deacon)-"Did you forget what profession we're in? It was easy to locate you." He walks around sitting at the empty stool beside me.

(Leon)-"What do you want?" I say coldly.

(Deacon)-"Hunnigan told me." Great. Perfect. I take another sip of my glass.

(Deacon)-"Is someone jealous?" He teases.