Page 2 of Desperate Valentine

“Yeah, I can’t do that. Apologize first.”

“I don’t think so.”

This creep looks like the type that goes absolutely psycho when he’s told no.

“Hmm. Well, I guess I’ll have to allow you some time to think about it.”

Next thing I know, he’s lunging across the bed toward where I’m standing on the other side. I somehow have to make it over to where he was in order to grab my bear spray and knife.

I quickly dodge him and he lands on the floor momentarily, allowing me time to reach under the mattress and grab both items.

When he stands back up, that’s when I start spraying in his direction, directly hitting his open eyes as he prepares to lunge back across the bed after me.

“You fucking whore!” he screams, clawing at his eyes.

“Not so tough now are ya?” I chant as I walk over to where he’s now crouching next to my bed.

“Water! I need fucking water! You bitch! Fucking help me!”

“Nah. I’m afraid water won’t help with this.”

“Fuck!” He hollers out, his whole face turning beet red.

“That looks so uncomfortable, Blaise,” I chuckle.

“I swear, you’re fucking dead, Veronica! You and your whole crew of little whores! You’re all fucking done!”

“Promises, promises.”

The harder he rubs his eyes, the louder he squeals. Bear spray is legal to carry, but it’s certainly not legal to use on humans. This could get me into a whole lot of trouble.

“You just fucking wait! You’ll be kicked out, and if I don’t get my eyesight back, you’ll be paying for my medical expenses too!”

“Christ, you talk way too much, Blaise.”

Finally, Blaise tries to hobble his way to the bathroom but before he can even get there, I hold the knife up and whip it at him, catching him right in the center of his back.

He lets out a shriek and falls to his knees. I walk over, grab the knife and jab it into his neck this time, watching as the blood spurts out from his artery.

“Damn! I got it right!”

Shit. That’s a lot of blood.

Fuck. It won’t stop!

What the hell do I do?

Just as I’m about to drag his ass to the bathtub, my phone goes off with a notification.

Um, sorry, doll. Can’t go out tonight. Dax is in the hospital. Dumbass whacked his head off the counter. We’re keeping a close eye on him overnight. Love ya.

What a relief! I didn’t want to go in the first place, but now, I really don’t have to.

That’s totally fine! We’ll catch up another time.

I can only imagine what would have happened if she had walked in on all of this.

I grab around both ankles and drag him off to the bathroom. I’m limited when it comes to supplies for deep cleaning.Hopefully, his blood can just drain out in the bathtub and I can deal with the rest later.

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