A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 41
For the first time since Louis practically moved into our little apartment, I woke up wrapped in Jace’s arms, my head under his chin and my legs intertwined. He snored lightly as I held him for an unknown amount of time, until the door opened and Louis’ head poked out.
He gave me a loving smile as he observed our intertwined bodies, then entered my room completely. “Good morning.” He whispered.
I looked at him expressionlessly. “Good morning.”
you look dead.”
t.”
and Louis’ shiny face before opening the other eye.
Hours ?” He croaked.
t. “Today is a sad day. We can only have one sad day because we are adults and we have to work, and today is the case. Tomorrow you will miss work and It’s going to be a bad day. You can scream and hit things.”
ays, and we’ll be here for you the whole time.” I blinked at Louis and he frowned, “You understand? You’re going to cry and scream, and we’ll be here regardless. “Well,” I
it’s definitely over between us. But I think I’d rather burn his jacket lying in my closet than have a sad day.”
get the lighter!”
h a mischievous glint in his eyes.
lass door open and we met the cold New York air on the terrace.
jacket to inspect it. “
o be awesome.”
initely. A light
.
ed. “Before you burn it, what happened? You were a little drunk last night for a decent explanation. So,
.”
uch a nice jacket. I, I can’t do that.”
down the street is what finally restored my ability to walk to the apartment.
e from my hand. “Y
arms on my
“He won’t b
“Now give it to me.”
he only room with a lock, and slammed the door on
Abso
, I just want to have breakfast. You can
head with your
tchen, Louis and I collapsed on the couch where we were a few moments ago. The
he said softly. “What
that I
which I, like, told him that
or a statement?” Louis laughed.
hen I told him I loved him.
I just say it?
se it’s embarrassing.”
nto the couch between us, handing us our plates
ce on the phone. , not to mention seeing him after my drunken confession at the exit
e entire contents of my stomach, while Jace held my hair and whispered to me.
I pressed my forehead against the edge of the china cabinet. “It’s a hangover.” I croaked. “You know,
o get you
o him. It was enough to tip my head into the toilet
here was some strange movement in the kitchen, where Jace and Louis were probably deciding what was
s jacket, then hit Henris, and finally break all the valuables he owned. But, more than anything, I wanted to sho
ting next to me, that I realized I was crying. With a few awkward sobs, I accept
re of
smiled at me. “Would you rather I cal
t the thought of my mother, with her long brown hair and flowing hippie skirts, walking i
the face and
on me.” Or
ase.”
d tiles. I scrolled through the contacts before settling on the name Henris Steve. Even in t
suppress the anger that threatened to rise, and I tapped the screen with trembling hands, then raised it to my ear. The ringtone seemed to be slow, and the more it rang, the more the beats of
was a little click. “Nora
The sound of his voice was enough to make me blush with em
, well actually,
it!”
you. Do not discuss
ave me orders. “Me. I said as Jace
building, Noras. I’m
vomit. ” N’y
me like that.”