Dricki: Boyfriend For Hire

Chapter 17

The first thing I notice when the cab stopped in front of my house was the lost feeling of confront I had in this place. I didn't know I had missed it a lot until I stepped out of the car.
Luckily I had my purse with me, considering my car's at the hospital' parking lot, otherwise I'd be doomed.

I give the driver a hundred dollar bill and tell him to keep the change. He thanks me and drives away. Only when the car is out of sight, I make my way to the front porch and quickly find the house key inside my bag.

As I enter the house, Aubrey's cold words fill my head. Apparently I have a dull life and that even reflects on the furniture I had in here. Not a even a plant for decoration, a pet to keep me company... Oh Cuddles, I'm going to miss him so much, I am never going to see him again!

"Bastard!" I shout at the walls that reply to me as I make my way over to my bedroom's bathroom yanking and throwing away the clothes I was wearing on the way.

And of course I had a hydromassage bathtub to cheer me up a bit but it was nothing compared to his.

After a warm bath mixed with a couple of my tears, I was dressed in a comfortable pair of pyjamas, curled up under a blanket on the couch watching  SpongeBob. Excuse my child'ish ways, it's what I do when I'm sad.

But everything is going to be okay, right? I mean, even if I had an empty life I was happy. I had great friends, I was living my dream, and a family that likes me. I may spend most of the time running away from them but they were there when I needed them the most. So I don't need to feel anything for anyone, especially a guy who was in a gang, had a dog for a ride or die and drove his motorbike like crazy. In no way I should like that tingly feeling that runs though my body just for knowing that I had him in my life even if it was just an act.

I am going get over this so I can too rub it in his face that I don't need him. 'Fuck I look like to be used then be blamed for everything in the end? Should have shot him in the balls for all I care.

***

I don't know if my mind overloaded or the tears knocked me out, all I know is I was awaken by the morning news. I was a sleep for not more than three hours but my body felt it had been ran over five times by a truck.

Today I'm going back to the studio, I've taken too much time dealing with my personal life. I need to catch up with my career and get back on track.

As I pass a bit of foundation over my eye bags, the doorbell rings which was strange because I don't get visitors this early, let alone unannounced. Could it be that douchebag that finally came to his senses and came to apologise to me? Of course it can't be, he was still at hospital.

Before I even reach the door the person knocked loudly the door and I knew right then who it was.

"I brought cupcakes!" She screams as I open the door for her.

"Good morning to you too Justine." A good smile on the face can hide anything, right?

"I hope you mean that cause it's my last day of work. So enjoy these because it's font just dried." She shoves the small decorated box to me and walks over to the living room like she owns the place.
I close the door and go into the living room to find her doing a TV cocktail. Opening the box, I instantly roll my eyes. "Jus... These are muffins, to be baked."
"Muffins, cupcakes... Same shit. I just came for some tea and cakes before I  head out for work."

"Something tells me and it's more than just tea and some cakes."

"I actually I just came for the tea part, the cakes are on you."