Cyrus' POV
I woke up alone in bed. That was an amazing experience. I see why teenagers are so eager for it.
I got up and there was no sign of Keia anywhere. I searched everywhere, no success.
Then I opened the fridge and saw there was barely anything there other than a left over burger from McDonald's. Inside was a sticky note.
Sorry I don't have
anything to snack on.
I had to go out to meet my lawyer.
Also, I had a good time last night.
Feel free to lounge around.
-KJ
I decided to ignore the empty fridge because I wasn't really hungry yet. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. It wasn't showing anything and I thought it was broken. I'd never seen a TV which didn't have a cable subscription anymore.
I gave up on the TV and sighed into the couch. It really was super comfortable. My daydream of last night's events was interrupted by the sound of someone slotting mail through the mail slot in the door. Being the kind, and a bit bored, kind of guy I was, I went and picked it up.
That's when I saw it. It was amongst many warning letters, but it looked more serious then the rest. In big red ink were the words Last Notice. I opened it and found it non sugarcoatedly telling Keia the last thing she needs to know to do right now.
It was an eviction letter.
My heart sank. She was behind in payments since three months ago. Probably the time she was in her coma and the weeks she was in hospital after the accident.
How could you forget to pay her rent, idiot?! I was way more concerned with her getting out of her coma to remember that her apartment had to be paid for.
I had to sit down. I had to think of a way out of this.
I can pay. But is it too late?
I scanned the letter and found no address, bank account or anything. So I rushed outside to talk to the receptionist for the account number.
When I arrived in the lobby, I found the blue eyed blonde girl in a mint green uniform talking loudly on the phone to some high pitched girl with straight red hair and brown eyes barefoot and in a yellow onesie at her desk. When I came into sight, they stopped talking and smiled dramatically at me. I'm used to having that effect on girls.
"Bronwyn, is it?" I said, putting on my famous fake smile. She blushed hard at the mention of her name. The other girl twirled a loose strand of her hair and said.
"Hi there, I'm Roxy. I'm Bronwyn's favourite client."
I smiled at her too just because I had to. I then focused on Bronwyn, who was fixing her top to show a little more cleavage when she thought I wasn't looking.
Girls.
"I need another favour," I said in a very seductive tone.
She leaned forward, in another attempt to show even more non-existent cleavage. She put her chin in her hand and said, "Anything," in a desperate, breathy voice.
I tried my best to look interested in her even though she seemed nowhere near as beautiful to me as Keia. I forced myself to eye her up and down and not burst into laughter.
"Do you know the bank account number for Keia's rent?"
She poured at the mention of Keia but didn't give up trying to get me to like her. She sat straight again and winked at me before turning to her computer and typing rapidly. She tore a paper from a notebook and write down the deposit details.
Then she slid the paper to me and after I picked it up, she leaned forward again.
"Anything else you need help with?" She said in that tried and failed sexy voice.
"You'll see," I said and bit my lip before winking at her back and retreating back to Keia's room. on the fourth floor. I heard them squealing and fangirling over what just happened.
How is it possible that such gorgeous beings like females can come in such basic brain packages?
No one knows.
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