"You moved her into my apartment!"
My eyes snapped open, and I scanned the room in confusion, trying to piece together what was happening. The clock on the wall showed it was four in the morning. The air was thick with the scent of whipped cream and lighter fluid. And there stood Nicholas Huntington, right in front of my bed.
First, I pinched myself to ensure I wasn't dreaming. Then, I discreetly checked under the covers to confirm I was decently dressed.
"Nicholas?" I blinked in the dim light, trying to process the surreal scene. He appeared wet, maybe even dirty, covered in an unfamiliar substance. "I don't—"
"Yes!" he bellowed, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "It's me! Nicholas! Your only client! The man who pays for this godforsaken excuse of an apartment! The same man you com
