𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 4

The next morning my alarm goes off. It's six o'clock, but I just can't get myself out of bed. I hit the snooze button and turn around. When my work phone starts to buzz, I turn around and yank it off the bedside table.

'Elizabeth McCullen speaking.' I say with sleep thick in my voice.

'Liz? I don't know where the fuck I am.' Bakker says with worry in his voice.

I hear him speaking through the wall of my bedroom, linking to the guest room. I hang up on Bakker and put my hair in a messy bun when I climb out of my bed. I walk through the hall and open the door of the guest room.

'You're in my guest room, you fucking bampot.' I say while putting on my glasses.

My dad always calls Lucifer a "bampot" when he does something stupid. Which just means "idiot". It's a curse word that only Scottish people use, and I found it highly appropriate just a moment ago.

'How did I get here?' Bakker asks when he stands up.

'I don't fucking know.' I respond while walking to the fridge.

'My head hurts.' He says.

I decide to make coffee when I see that all the Red Bull cans in my fridge are gone. My father took them with him, I just know it.

Well, it doesn't matter, I needed to stop drinking them anyway.

'What happened yesterday?' He asks again.

'I can't fucking deal with you right now, so shut up and drink this.' I say when I put a bottle of orange juice in front of him.

My head hurts and I try to massage my temples to make it go away. But when Bakker starts speaking again it begins to hurt more than it did just seconds ago.

'Did we?' He points at me and back at his body again.

'No. Gross.' I say, clearly annoyed. 'We would never do that.'

He finally shuts up when I pour myself a coffee. When I turn around and look at him again, he's looking at the clothes he's wearing. I decide to say something about it before he does.

'My dad's clothes.'

'Oh.' He reacts.

'Wait. Where is my suit?' He asks again.

Can't he just keep his mouth shut for one damn minute, so I can enjoy my coffee?

'I threw it away. Along with your shoes.'

'That suit was nine hundred euros!' He says loudly.

'Does it look like I care? It was completely covered in vomit! I'll buy you a new one.'

'That's not necessary.' He says with disappointment in his voice.

My work phone starts to buzz again. I don't recognize the number.

'Hello? Elizabeth McCullen speaking.' I say, for the second time today.

'Hey, Beth.' Shawn's voice says on the other side of the line.

I almost dropped my mug by the sound of the name that only my mother used to call me.

'How did you get my number?' I ask, irritated.

'You're my lawyer... anyway, I called you because I need to know at what time our appointment is today.' He says calmly.

'Let me check my agenda.' I walk to my office and I hear Bakker ask how many rooms this apartment has.