Psychotic lover

Chapter 14

It was roughly midnight when news began to travel.

The next morning, Gracie had awoken to find herself emitting a faint scent of whiskey, but no migraine was in place.

However, she found a glass of water and a box of aspirin lying on her bedside table, along with her sleeping puppy snoring softly on the foot of her bed.

Glancing around groggily, she found the chair to be facing the door leading to the living room, the first telltale sign to the previous night.

Getting up slowly, she padded her way quietly into her living room, noticing that a large figure was lying on her couch. It took her less than a mere second to guess who it was, the answer being far too obvious, but hadn't she told him to leave the night before?

Sighing, she could tell the man was sleeping judging by the steady rhythm of his breath, choosing to drape the thick blanket she went to retrieve from her room over the male.

Looking around, she noticed a certain something misplaced. More specifically, her room card.

She recalled placing it on the coffee table in the living room where the lights shone directly on the card, the light visibly reflecting against it from the distance.

Now, instead of sitting in all of its laminated glory under the spotlight, it had been shifted, the bright glint no longer present.

As she was about to further investigate the misplacement, a buzz alarmed her, her head snapping towards a lit up phone.

Harry:
Nigel, bring Gracie to the practice quarters after having a light meal as soon as possible.

To think they'd allow Nigel to be in charge of her, the concept itself was pretty unrealistic was the very first thought that flashed through her mind as she glanced at the sleeping figure on her couch.

It was debatable as to whether he was taking care of her. Rather, it seems like she was taking upon that very task.

Minutes later, she was chewing on a piece of toast in her right hand whilst her left was on her hips, her figure looming over Nigel's.

She had prepared some homemade dog food on a bowl for bug when he wakes, keeping a mental note to thank Sean for getting groceries and buy some dog food.

"Nigel," she whispered, in little hopes of waking him.

As expected, there was no response.

"Nigel." She tried again, her tone firmer and her voice louder.

Still no response.

A sigh found its way out of her lips. If she had a permanent marker, his face would be littered with all sorts of doodles. He was unbelievably lucky she didn't have her hand on one.

She needed him awake, but what were the chances he'd act upon reflex and try to attack her? As an agent, much less a high ranked one it was near a hundred percent.

Does she want to face the risk of being attacked from said agent? Not particularly.

However she didn't have much of an option.

"Nigel" she tried one last time, and as she had expected, she received no response.

Relenting, she finally tapped the agent on the shoulder, and sure enough his hand shot out by instinct, grasping tightly over hers.