My Man

Chapter 6- Too Many Mimosas

Hi everyone!!! So I wanted to give y'all an update but don't give time to write full chapter so I decided to write a mini chapter...enjoy!

*Brielle POV

Three pitchers of mimosas later, and Lars and I are right back to our normal relationship. Teasing each other, picking fun at each other, just giving each other a hard time.

"Sooooo..." I crackle, doubled over, unable to speak words, "you literally were singing Whitney Houston for karaoke?!" I die laughing, asking about some of his old days he was telling me about.

In between tears of laughter, he admits, "yes."

"Oh my god, oh my god," I breath out in between laughing.

"Can we have another round?" Lars asks the waitress, who agrees and goes to put in our order.

All of a sudden, that night flashes into my head. Him standing over a dead body. Him covered in blood. The lifeless body on the ground. The smirk on his face as he approached me.

My laughter fades fast.

I awkwardly grab my things, "I'm sorry...I need to go..."

I have all my belongings in my arms, running out of the restaurant.

The guy is a murderer! How could I forget my morals?!?

'Too many mimosas,' my mind thinks, trying to make sense of it. And just like that, the angel on my shoulder wins.

But little did that bitch angel on my left shoulder know what was coming for us.