Page 5 of David's Chase

And then I add.

Me: I can’t talk right now.

I wait for a few seconds, hoping to hear from her and learn whether I need to come up with a lengthy story or not.

My phone stays silent.

Okay, I need to move.

I put the phone on the bed, lose the sheet and collect my clothes.

Sunk in thought, I put them on.

‘Where is he?’the annoying voice in my head blabbers.

Yeah, where is he?

Ignoring her, I look around the room. There is no sign of him. I wouldn't even know he was here if it wasn’t for the cash on the nightstand.

That and my sore thighs.

I fluff up my hair and shrug my jacket on. What a night.

And today, I’ll need to face him again––perhaps––if he’s been invited to Thea’s house.

He must’ve been, I muse, checking the room so I don’t forget anything.

Out of habit, I make my bed.

‘Good thinking,’the voice mutters, her arms folded over her chest.

“Shut up,” I snap.

‘Oh, someone didn’t get enough.’

Her mocking chuckle makes me zip upright.

“I got enough,” I murmur, pivoting to the nightstand and grabbing the roll of cash.

‘Aren’t you going to count the money?’she tosses at me.

‘I’m not using it, dumbbell,’I retort in my head.

‘Oh, oh… Stop the presses. Feeling the weight of guilt already?’

‘I am not discussing this with you. Besides, it’s none of your business.’

Her laughter grates my nerves.

‘You’re forgetting who you’re talking to.’

‘Not in the slightest, Pain In The Ass.’

I grab the stash of cash and start counting it.

Her hands hit her hips, a derisive smirk on her face.

‘Pain in the ass? Do you know who you’re talking to?’

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