Deep Desires - Her Hitman

Last night

Chapter 8

Last night

Lien's POV

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07/03-2018

01.00 pm

I stretched my arms with a pounding headache making me hear my heartbeat.

What the hell did I do last night..?

I sat up looking at the clock beside me to noticed a glass of water and some painkillers.

Elena is a freaking life saver...

I quickly downed the water with two Advil's and looked up and almost jumped out of the bed.

For real.. what the hell did I do last night ?!

"Finally you're awake" he said putting the phone down as I tried not to stare at the shirtless frame in front of me..

"We didn't do anything last night.. did we ?" I asked almost terrified.

"Wait.. you don't remember?" He asked seeming hurt as I didn't know whether to feel like a b***h or get angry.

"Remember what ?" I said barley able to get the words out.

"That you were hammered at my friends club and I took you home" he said in his usual serious tone standing up and putting on his shirt making me sigh in relief.

"Who changed my clothes ?" I asked still feeling uneasy.

"Elena" He said as I took a deep breath.

"I was just checking that you're alive and don't choke on your vomit while sleeping" he said taking his stuff that were now on my chair.

"And trust me you wouldn't forget it if we did something" he said before walking out of the room and closing the door leaving my jaw hanging.

What the actual f**k ?

Okay I would usually over think it, but I don't have time right now. I gotta figure out a way to get rid of this little thing banging the hell out of my head, also known as hangover.

Okay google here we go..

1. Drink water

Already done..

2. Get some carbohydrates into your body

Haven't got any in the room.. not going downstairs after that..

3. Take a pain reliever

Done already..

4. Drink coffee or tea

Again, gotta go downstairs.. not doing that..

5. Eat ginger

Haven't even got that in the house..

6. Vitamin B6

Okay fine, I'm going down.

"Hey Clarissa" I said walking down the stairs as she stood behind the kitchen looking at a recipe book.

"Hey darling" She said looking up.

"Are you alright" she asked concerned as I looked to see Viktor sitting on a sofa.

"Not really, you got anything for a headache ?" I asked as she smiled.

"You mean a hangover ?" She asked as I scratched my neck looking down.

So everyone knows I was hammered last night.. Dima in Russia probably does too..

Oh s**t I didn't speak to Dima.. did he even land ?

"I can make you a ginger shot if you want ?" She said.

"Oh please no more shots.. I'm never drinking again.." I groaned as she laughed taking out ginger and apples from the fridge and got to work.

"By the way have you heard anything about Dima ?" I asked as Viktor was quick to reply.

"He says hi, he landed last night" he said not even looking up from his phone.

"Go have a seat dear, I'll bring you it as soon as it's finished" she said as I wished to just disappear rather than do so.

Okay I should go sit, it will be awkward otherwise.. right ?

Yeah, I'm not overthinking it..

I went taking a seat searching for my phone to pretend to be busy but didn't even find it. Great it's in the room upstairs...

Okay the tv, he's not watching just gotta find the controller..

I walked overlooking around for the controller as he stretched out his arm handing it over..

"Umm, thanks.." I said biting my lip as he didn't even look up again..

"There's some vitamin tablets in my room if you want some" He said as I flipped through the channels.

"It's fine, thanks.."

"Here you go dear.." Clarissa said coming over with a small glass of liquid.

Is it weird that I have never had this.. ?

"Thank you so much"

"I already removed the breakfast, do you want me to make you something ?" She asked as I put the little glass down.

"No it's fine, go rest I can make a sandwich if I get hungry. Thank you Clarissa" I said as she nodded smiling and walked away.

Okay let's see what this is about..

I reached over taking the glass again and downed it like another one of yesterday's shots..

"Ah Jesus.. why the hell do people drink this ?" I coughed as it burned down my throat and I swear I heard Viktor chuckle.

I stopped mesmerized by this small yet new gesture.

It was so simple but yet mesmerizing, maybe because it was new and different. But it felt great to see him like this.

"You laughed " I said as he put down his phone for the first time this morning.

"Look we started off on the wrong foot but for this to work there has to be rules"

"Agreed, simple. I do what I want, no questions asked. You do what you want, no questions asked" I said as he sighed.

"Lien I'm serious"

"Oh not you too" I sighed knowing this will turn into a fight.

"I'm not your friend, don't speak to me like it" He said showing his usual -I'll-kill-you- side again.

"You're not my parent either, so don't speak to me like it" I said for the hundredth time as he seemed to have a hard time understanding that.

Before any of us had a chance to add any more fuel to this fire his phone rang echoing through the living room.

He picked it up looking at what I assumed was a message, and when he looked back up I could have sworn his eyes had turned darker.

So it's not an invitation to Hailey Baldwin's and Bieber's wedding..

"I gotta go.. don't leave the house until you inform me" he said making me roll my eyes as he stormed off.

I would have argued to be honest, but I wasn't even planning on going anywhere beside my bedroom with this freaking headache.

Hours passed.. I tried to take a nap, but it didn't really work.

Me and Clarissa sat for dinner, and can't say it's the first time without Dima, but it felt weird.

Viktor still hadn't made it back home, but for some reason I wasn't worried. I know he would make it back sooner or later.

I miss having Dima and him in the house, even if we only saw each other for a few minutes.. it felt as if the house somehow had a bit of life in it..

I was pretty sure I could die of boredom soon. I did everything I thought I could do in this house..

Key word "thought"

It has been so long since I have been down there, I really miss this place.

I headed down the stairs immediately recognizing the strong odour of paint.

I flipped the light switch and jeez I missed this place..

Oh yeah.. welcome to my cave. You see a lot of people have their own little places they like to burry themselves in. Some might somehow consider the gym, or a custom man cave, their bedroom, or a special place out in the wild.

Well this was my custom "man cave".

Filled with Rosé bottles, every single paint you could think of, thousands of different brushes shaped in thousands of different angles and shapes. Canvases made for every type of painting, ready to be splattered with a very unique touch that can't be made twice. Ready to be filled with hopes, dreams, and art.

Welcome to my man cave.

I picked up a new canvas placing it on the wood easel and picked out a synthetic bristle brush dipping it in to the pigmented paint that I had squirted on the not so white palette.

I painted and painted, erased, and added, removed, and continued for hours straight not getting tired of it.

It was fascinating to me how our inner voices had so much to say. So many screams, feelings and wishes. Most of the times they never got out, they never got heard. But when they do, they're what art is.

"Lien ?" A strong voice yelled opening the door making me turn my head around so quickly and drop my palette.

"Jesus Chris Viktor.. heard of knocking ?!" I yelled trying to calm down.

"I.. Uhm.. why didn't you pick up when I called ?" He asked as shrugged.

"My phone is upstairs" I said picking up the palette that was now on my feet thanks to him.

I looked up to see him scratching his head and sweeping his hair back, sighing as if he was relieved.

"What the hell happened to your hands" I said putting the palette on the table and walking over to him as he quickly looked at them and hid them in his leather jacket pockets.

"Never mind, I probably don't wanna know.." I rolled my eyes walking back to where I was creating colourful footprints all over the floor.

At least the floor was already covered with paint from before..

"You know?" He asked raising a brow.

"That my adoptive father is a mafia boss and you and everyone here works with him ?" I asked sarcastically.

"Not at all" I joked before going back to my painting.

"Where is that ?" He asked seeming interested.

"Miami" I answered finishing it up.

"The lights of Miami" he said smoothly as if it was a thought that was accidentally said it loud.

"Yeah.." I said turning around looking at him surprised.

It's a perfect name..