Chapter2
She may be a whore.
Grayson
Irritating.
That’s the first word that pops into my head when I think of Avani.
Annoying is another word.
She has been with me for two weeks and is already the most aggravating person I know. I’m not sure how that is possible because I know some incredibly aggravating assholes.
She was meant to be at work two hours ago—two fucking hours—I guess my brother forgot to mention she is always fucking late.
I have a thing for punctuality.
I am never late.
Yet she has a knack for it I have never experienced before, and it’s pissing me off. To. No. End.
I don’t make a habit of killing women. But for her, I might make a damn exception. She’s lucky she’s good at her job, otherwise, I would fire her ass.
I bang on her door, but she doesn’t answer, so I try calling her again.
Still no fucking answer.
“Hello?” I spin around to see a cute little brunette standing in the doorway. She has a towel wrapped around her body as she looks up at me. “Can I help you””
Fuck! Is this even her apartment, or is she lying about that too?
Little fucking brat.
“I was looking for Avani,” I say. She glances over her shoulder before looking back at me with her nose scrunched up.
“She left a while ago. Don’t know where. Don’t care.” She shrugs.
So she does live here. Interesting.
“You are her…” I trail off.
“I’m her roommate.” Her eyes rake over me. “You are?”
“Her boss.”
Straightening her back, she smiles. “I figured she was lying when she said she had a job.”
“You did, did you?” I ask, stepping closer. “You just assumed, with all her expensive bags, she works for free?”
“I figured she was a whore, that’s about it.”
I nod, smirking. “Goodnight,” I tell her, turning away and heading for the exit.
“What was your name?” the girl yells. I smile at her over my shoulder, then keep walking.
My phone rings when I hit the sidewalk, and when I see Avani’s name flash on my screen as I open the car door, I swear.
“Where are you?” I bark at her.