Trained to Kill Book 2: The Aftermath

six: you have to trust me

Karma
I wake up with a headache. We drank way too much last night.

I stumble into my bathroom, leaving the lights off knowing if I turn them on I will die. Ugh. It was such a dumb decision. The night plays over and over again in my head.

Jacob laughs as he leans over her to get a better look at the drawings in a sketchbook that was once hers in a past life. "That barely looks like me." He slurs after taking another swig out of the second bottle they decided to share. They both knew they'd need a drink to go through what they found after visiting Karma's apparent old house, just not this many drinks.

"Fuck you, it looks just like you." She giggles, more than tipsy herself. This is the second sketchbook they've looked through thus far, and it's clear that past Karma was obsessed with him. When he laughs his hand lands on her thigh and she flinches, not ready for the powerful shock that flows through her body whenever he touches her. She looks at him and he looks at her, not moving his hand. They stare at each other for a moment before he snaps out of it and moves his hand.

Why, why, why ? I ask myself over and over again. Why did I drink so much? And with Jacob at that. Now I'm extremely hungover and slightly horny.

I grumble towards the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Do you have any idea how much I had to drink in order for me to be hungover by now? Liquor goes in and out of my bloodstream like water.

I hear a door open and out pops a shirtless Jacob, smiling a devious smile that he does so well. Only, he comes out of Valencia's room. She follows out behind him, dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear.

He catches my eye and I look away, starting to count in my head and control my breathing before my blood starts to boil. Don't get angry Karma. Just don't. Not only will Jacob pick up on it and mistake it for jealousy, but he will have a field day with it too.

I can't help it. My heart is racing and my blood pressure rising. God, he pisses me off so much. Sleeping with my roommate of all people, right under my fucking roof. He just swears -

"Morning Karma!" Valencia beams and I wince at her volume. "Oh, can you make me some coffee too? I have to head to work but I'd like some too go."

I do my best to smile past my irritation. "Sure."

She goes into the bathroom and I hear the shower running. Jacob has disappeared into his own room somewhere, but before I know it he's coming into the kitchen.

"Mind if I get some of that too?" He says. I can hear the smugness in his stupid voice.

I cut my eyes at him, trying really really hard not to let on that I'm upset. But it's no use. I know that he already knows.

"Is that jealousy I'm sensing, sweetheart?"

It takes every single brain cell I have no to implode on him. "I'm not jealous. Fucking my roommate? Really? That's not what you're here for." I say through clenched teeth.

He just shrugs, holding back a smile. "What's a man to do? You're the one being a tease."

I laugh because the thought of me teasing him is just so ridiculous there's nothing else to do. "Teasing you? Really? As if I want you."

"You do."

"I don't. Couldn't be that good anyway, I didn't hear a thing last night." I heard Val come in pretty late, but after that, radio silence.

He just laughs. This motherfucker. "Wouldn't you like to find out."

"I'd rather die."

"Judging from last night, we both know that's not true." He leans over and takes the cup of coffee I just brewed from the Keurig. I'm not gonna let him get to me so I just start on a new one. "I admit maybe choosing Valencia was a little tasteless but hey, she was ready and willing. Gotta do something to ease my sexual frustration since you keep on ignoring the tension between us." He says in that deep, sexy- wait, no. Deep, irritating voice of his.