In a world of lies, betrayal and too many secrets, Lydia must navigate her way through without revealing her undercover identity. But what happens when she gets in too deep and her life is put on the line?
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CHAPTER FIVE
Despite clearing away the mess and washing the dishes, my headache doesn't ease up. I lean across the kitchen bench and grown as I clutch my head. What the heck did Keith give me to drink? I feel like an elephant is playing drums in my mind.
"I'll try and get back as soon as I can," says Kade as he walks into the kitchen.
"Sure." I nod my head. "I'll just be waiting here," I mutter to myself.
"There's Panadol in the cupboard, wine in the fridge." He laughs.
Lifting my head, I frown, "Have a good day, Mr. Taylor."
With a chuckle, Kade walks out of the room and off to wherever. I pull myself off the bench, I search through the cupboards for the pain killers. Once I've taken some, walk back to the bedroom. I head straight into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I strip out of my clothes and enjoy the warm feeling of the water cascading around me.
I scrub everywhere in the hopes to wash the dirt from my body like my headache. As the soapy sponge travels over my skin, it leaves a fresh feeling in its wake. The little soap bubbles swirl around the drain and then disappear. I think that's the last time I'll be drinking in a while.
When I'm finished showering, I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I wrap the plush fluffy towel around my body and walk back into the bedroom.
Walking past the bed, I grab my phone off the night stand and find a song to listen to. I put the music app on shuffle as I look for new clothing. I rummage through the whole of my suitcase before finding what I want to wear. I end up with a pair of jean shorts and a white singlet.
I grab my phone and make my way down the hall. The next song comes on and I start dancing to the beat. I don't understand most of the rap, but I sing along to the chorus. Crosby sweaters seems like an odd thing to sing about, but I roll with it.
"Wearing that Crosby sweater," I sing as I wiggle my hips and smile.
I bypass the entrance and walk deeper into the apartment. I pass Kade's office and the kitchen until I find the lounge room. The space is perfectly kept, which is probably due to the fact he wouldn't use it much. It takes me a while, but I find the controller and play around with the buttons until the television comes on.
There is nothing interesting playing on television until I find a music program that plays trending music videos. Just as the song stops playing on my phone, it starts playing on the television program.
"You've got to be kidding me." I laugh.
Tossing my phone on the couch, I continue to dance along to the song as I explore the room. On the far wall of the lounge room is a spread of photographs. As my eyes quickly dart between each frame, I notice the reoccurrence of his family and a lot of pictures of him with Alessia. It's freakishly scary how similar we look to each other.
