Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
ABIGAIL
What was the matter with me?
The hottest guy I’d ever seen in my life had appeared from nowhere in my office and agreed to go on a date with me.
And I said no.
I turned him down.
Actually, I knew what the matter with me was, I was so focused on stalkers, work, and doing what needed to be done, I didn’t have time to add dating to the mix.
Hot, tattooed Gods would be a distraction I didn’t need, right?
I stood in my apartment, groaning at my own stupidity.
I needed something to numb the day, so I walked into my kitchen and opened the door to the fridge.
Inside was half a bottle of wine that Mum had given me to bring home after a family dinner.
It probably tasted like vinegar after being sat in my fridge for a few weeks, but I didn’t care.
I took a glass from the cupboard and twisted the top off the bottle.
Then I poured a generous glass, took a sip, wincing at the bitter taste, before I carried it into the living room and sat down.
But I couldn’t rest. I didn’t know what I was doing with my life.
My world seemed to be crashing down around me, and the call I’d received earlier at work had set me on edge. I had to make a plan.
I picked up my phone, opening Google maps to tap in the address I’d memorised from the email he’d sent me.
Then, I checked out the aerial view and street view, to see if there was anything I needed to take note of.
The app wasn’t much use. I’d have to do some recon of my own, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to get this right.
I took another huge sip of wine as I started to search the name he’d given me, but there was no social media listed that matched up.
Typical. I hated when that happened. I drained my wine glass and put it on my coffee table, searching variations of the name, nicknames, and such, but I got nothing.
The more I scrolled, the hazier my eyes became, and I started to feel a little woozy.
I tried to blink away the feeling, but it didn’t help. I felt heavy, sleepy even.
I lifted my head to see if that’d help, but it only made things worse, and I couldn’t stop myself lying down on the sofa. I’d drunk one glass of wine, but the room had started to spin. My vision was blurry, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
The last thing I remember before I fell into the darkness of obscurity was hearing the thud of my mobile as it fell to the floor.