Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Kinsley
A noise woke me from a deep sleep. I opened my eyes and placed my hand on my forehead, somehow thinking it would stop it from pounding.
I looked around my bedroom, confused, for I didn’t remember coming home last night.
I started to panic at the thought that I had driven home and that I could have killed someone in the drunken state that I was in.
“Ah. You’re awake.” Chase smiled as he entered my bedroom.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I pulled the sheet up to my neck.
“I brought you home last night. Don’t you remember?”
“No. I don’t remember anything.”
“Of course, you don’t. You were too drunk. Good job, by the way.” He grinned.
“For what?”
“For letting your party girl out. Stay right where you are. I’ll be right back.”
I was confused, and as hard as I tried, the last thing I remembered was doing shots at the bar. A few moments later, Chase walked into the bedroom with a cup of coffee.
“Drink up.”
“You drove me home?” I asked as I took the cup from him.
“Yes, and you’re welcome.”
“How? You drank just as much as I did.”
“Alcohol and I have an understanding. We’re like best friends.” He smirked.
“How did you know where I lived?”
“I wish I could say I got your address from your driver’s license, but you don’t have a California license yet. Which, by the way, you better do quickly. So, I checked your google maps on your phone.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it, but why are you still here?”
“By the time I got you in your apartment, held your hair while you vomited in the toilet, and then put you to bed, I was too tired to drive home, so I just passed out on your couch.”
“Thank you for bringing me home.” I sipped my coffee as I still had a tight grip on the sheet.
“You’re welcome.”
“What about my car?”
“I had one of the guys, who was a designated driver, follow me here with it. Your keys are on the kitchen table.”
“There isn’t anything else I should know about, is there?”
“Like what? Oh right. You’re asking if we had sex, aren’t you?” He grinned.
I gulped as I slowly nodded.
“No. We didn’t. I’d prefer you to be sober when we do.”
“We aren’t ever having sex.”
“Never say never, darling.” He winked. “Anyway, I have to go. If you need anything, I’ve programmed my cell into your phone. Have a good day, Kinsley. By the way, you don’t have any contacts in your phone but three people. I found that a little strange.”
“You went through my phone?”
“No. I noticed it when I put my number in. Who’s Reece?”
“My cab driver,” I replied with furrowed brows.
“You are a strange girl, Miss Davis.” He smiled as he walked out of my bedroom and out the door.
I set my coffee cup on the nightstand and pulled the sheet over my head as I sank down into the depths of my comfortable bed.
I was hungover and hated myself for drinking as much as I did.
Chase was right. I let my party girl out, and I regretted it today.
After taking quite a long nap, I showered and changed into a pair of fresh pajamas.
Thanks to my queasy stomach, I hadn’t eaten all day, but now that it was seven o’clock, I was hungry.
As I was rummaging through the refrigerator, trying to figure out what to make for dinner, there was a knock at my door.
It was probably Delilah stopping by to see how the party was yesterday.
“Chase,” I spoke in shock when I opened the door. “What are you doing here?”
“I figured I'd bring dinner to you since you won’t go out with me.” He smiled as he held up two large plastic bags. “Plus, I was in your refrigerator this morning and noticed you didn’t have any food. You really need to go shopping. May I come in?”
“Yeah. Sure. You didn’t have to bring me dinner.”
“I know I didn’t, but I figured you hadn’t eaten all day because of your hangover.
” He took the bags into the kitchen and set them on the counter.
“I brought a variety of food since I wasn’t really sure what you liked.
We have two different kinds of salads. Grilled chicken, salmon, seasoned rice, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans, and asparagus. Oh, and a pasta dish.”
“Did you order the whole menu?” I laughed.
“Almost.” He smirked.
I grabbed a couple of plates and some silverware and took them over to the table while Chase set all the food down.
“I don’t suppose you want any alcohol, do you?” He smirked as he held up a bottle of scotch.
Just looking at the bottle made my stomach churn.
“No. I’ll stick with water.”
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and we sat at the table.
“This all looks and smells really good, but if you’re expecting to get sex out of it, you can forget it.” I smirked.
“Kinsley, darling, I didn’t bring you dinner expecting to get sex. Actually, I had plans tonight, but they got canceled. Believe it or not, I had nothing else to do. Plus, I knew you wouldn’t have plans.”
“Excuse me?” My brow arched. “Are you insinuating that I don’t do anything or go anywhere?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “I knew with what you drank last night, you’d be hungover all day. So, tell me about Kinsley Davis.”
“What do you want to know?” I asked.
“Everything.” He grinned. “But seriously, why did you move to California?”
“It’s always been a dream of mine to get out of that small town and away from everyone in it.”
“Even your parents?” He cocked his head.
“My dad died when I was six, and yes, even my mom.”
“Well, I can’t imagine your mom being too happy that you moved across the country. Did she try to stop you or talk you out of it?”
“I didn’t talk to her about it. I left a note.”
His brow arched as he took a sip of his scotch. Instantly, I noticed a disapproving look on his face.
“I see. Don’t you think that was a little harsh and unfair?”
“No.” I narrowed my eye at him.
“So, you think running away does not affect anybody who cares about you?” he spoke sternly.
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t you think leaving a note was the coward’s way out?” his stern voice spoke. “Is that what you normally do? Leave a note and run?”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I shouted at him. “You know nothing about me or the way I grew up.”
“You’re right. I don’t. But I don’t think anyone deserves that kind of disrespect, no matter what.”
My blood pressure rose as my skin felt like it had been set on fire.
“Thank you for dinner, Mr. Calloway. I think it’s time you left,” I spoke sternly as I got up from my chair and took my plate to the sink.
“I think that’s a good idea,” he said as he walked out of my apartment, shutting the door behind him.
I stood at the sink, my fingers tightly gripping the edge of the counter as I tried to process what had just happened.