Rich Girl [Pedro Pascal]

7. The Hangover

Evergreen groaned, a pulsating headache too her over as she woke. Her cotton mouth didn't help at all. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and looked around her. Mitch and Will where sleeping beside her, their limbs intertwined with each other. Eve grabbed her phone and took a quick picture. "Cute..." She mumbled before sliding of her side of the bed. She heard light snoring on the side, Eve rose a brow and turned around. Javier was sleeping on her couch, his all black outfit still intact. She tipped toed over to him and shook his shoulder. "Javi...Javi." She repeated until he groaned awake, slapping his lips together and then rubbing his eyes. "What?"

"Good morning." Eve grinned before walking away from him. She made her way downstairs and looked at the clock. Eight in the morning. The girl sighed and headed to her kitchen. Her house was a mess, she knew it but she wasn't worried, she would just hire a cleaning lady later and pay her double of what she asked for. She set up her coffee for a fresh roast and put some sugar in her mug before adding a little of her espresso. Twirling the spoon around and making a cream paste before adding the rest of her espresso.

Only in the morning she enjoyed her coffee, strong, black and sweet. Later in the day she enjoyed her sweet ice coffees and teas. "Wanna make me one?" Javi asked behind her, she nodded and processed to make an extra two cups after Javis, knowing that Will and Mitch would come running down for coffee.

She heard footsteps coming down the stairs and rose a brow, they came a lot sooner than she thought. "Coffee~" Mitch sang, grabbing the mug off of her friends hand, Will did the same thing but kissed her forehead. "You're a blessing." He muttered before taking a sip. "So good..." He praises.

Eve giggled. She took a sip of her coffee, her senses slowly regaining back into her body- until she remembered. "Oh shit..." She coughed up her coffee and ran upstairs and picked up her phone.

Downstairs, Mitch giggles. "I guess she does remember..." She nudged Will.

"Remember what?" Javier asked, taking a sip from his unsweetened roast.

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[+18]

Evergreen Florence speaking..." She said sloppily.

"Ah, she's alive."

Eve smiled, recognizing the voice on the other end.

"Indeed she is."

"You know, I've been waiting on that
phone call of yours."

"Have you really been?"

The actor hesitated before answering.

"No. I haven't."

He lied through his teeth. Truthfully, after the last phone call with her, the rich girl flooded his thoughts. He ordered a bottle of whiskey. Convenient, right?

He was alone in his hotel room, sitting on the edge of his bed. Taking small sips of his crystal glass.

"Now I just think you're lying to me, Pedro."

He liked the way his name sounded when it came from her lips. He chuckled lightly, taking a sip from his whiskey.