Hard Fucking Death Core

SEVEN (Iselen POV)

"You didn't need to come with me, today is your day off..." I whisper taking my sunglasses off when we walk in the elevator but I decide to put them on again holding back a moan because the electric light is killing me.

"No worries, I had no other plans..." Ruby Rose smiles amused while leaning her back on the mirror behind her. "The girls are taking this opportunity to sleep and rest but I was bored, to be honest."

"How often do you get a day off between concerts?" the journalist in me asks despite my headache doesn't allow me to think clearly.

"A lot less than there used to be. We wanted this European tour to be a special treat for our fans, giving them a lot of concerts before going back home to USA, so we're on a tight schedule but we need to stop from time to time, the tour bus is comfortable but it cannot be compared to sleep in a real bed."

I nod and leave the elevator, guiding Ruby towards my apartment door, my hand shakes a little but I manage to put the key in the lock without making a fool of myself and open the door. I'm scared of what I can find... is he still here? I don't think so, he looked pretty terrified yesterday when the HFDC leader threw her attack dog, I mean Zu, at him... but he could've trashed my house or stolen my stuff before leaving. My guts get relaxed when I walk in and the familiar scent of aromatic candles wraps my mind, everything seems all right although a bit messy, there're empty fast food wrappers in the kitchen and furniture is covered in dust, some clothes scattered around... Yes, he left in a rush.

"You need to change the lock," Ruby checks my living room, getting closer to the windows that overlook a small park, and I nod but regretting it immediately because of my headache. The girls didn't enjoy their usual orgy yesterday, the preferred to sneak in my room with weed and several bottles of liquor and they insisted on getting me drunk and joke stupidly like we were teenagers again... The truth is that I hadn't smoked weed since my first year in the university but I had great fun and feel I'm part of the HFDC family now. If I could only get rid of this hangover... I was barely able to eat a bite for breakfast because my stomach was upset and coffee didn't help at all but Ruby was determined to come here and check that the asshole had obeyed her order. "I like your home..."

"It's a mess..." I whisper taking my jacket and sunglasses off and dropping everything on the couch. My apartment is small, only one bedroom, but I don't need a big house since I spend most of my day at the office, a theatre or the underground coming and going. Despite I earn a good salary, I can't afford buying an apartment in the city centre but I was tired of paying a rent and wanted something mine. At least it's luminous and comfortable, located in a good area of the outskirts where young couples live with their babies, there're schools and malls around, a small clinic and several green areas. It's a quiet neighbourhood where I can sleep without traffic sound disturbing me.

"Are you an interior designer too?" Ruby seems interested in my books on shelves, the turquoise pillows on the couch, white curtains, carpets and modern furniture in the small kitchen.

"No, to be honest I hired a professional... My boss knows the director of an interior design magazine and recommended me one of their girls, this is a small apartment and she was good at making the most of tiny spaces and natural light... Besides, I was in Barcelona that week writing an article about the opera season in the Liceo theatre and when I went back home, everything was ready and clean."

"I like this a lot..." her whisper of pleasure sends a shiver down my spine and I frown, puzzled by my own reaction, while I watch her leaning over my record player and my vinyl collection. "This is great, where did you find it?"

"From my father..." Ruby touches the record covers with reverence while taking a look at the oldest ones and bites her lip, focused on her task. I fix my eyes on her mouth and wonder, once again, what the hell happened yesterday. Why did she kiss me? Did she do it with the sole purpose of pissing my ex-boyfriend off or did she really want to do it? And why didn't I pull away? This isn't my first time kissing a lady, to be honest, I was young and drunk during crazy parties, I went to the university and smoked some joints... but it was years ago. I was never interested in following that path, it was a joke, something common in student residences full of girls and I started going out with boys soon in serious relationships. My life was conventional, every day was similar to the previous day, till some months ago... Now my world is upside down and my head is a mess.