Chapter 11 | Have A Nice Day
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Trying to pry my eyes open, I failed to do so with the very bright light coming for the window. Suddenly. that's when my head began to pound and pound. I groan rubbing my head and squinting my eyes do to the light. I sat up on the extremely comfy bed, and when I say extremely I mean it. It was super soft and warm— wait a minute.
When did my bed suddenly get super soft. I shot my eyes open looking at my surroundings, and when did I have king size bed, also when did I have my walls painted grey, and my sheets red, and— this is so not my f*****g room, especially not my penthouse. This room was quite plain but looks beautiful at the same time. It was twice as big as my room.
I pulled the covers from off my body and stood up trying to balance myself. I looked down to also seeing I was not even wearing my clothes. Or worse my pants were on backwards?
Then I started to panicked.
Please don't tell me it happened again.
Blurs of images come flowing back in my mind, I remember going to the bar last night to forget the awful conversation I and Killian had, then a few hours later everything was blank.
Did someone kidnapped me?
Wait if someone kidnapped me, why would they bother to change me, or— I stare at the night stand viewing two aspirins and a bottle of water. I shrugged now knowing I wasn't kidnapped, then pop the pills into my mouth and gulp down half of the water to relieve the horrible hangover.
I picked up the note right next to it reading the paper; For my Swan
Then I notice 'Swan' only one person called me that, Killian.
Why would Killian help me? I thought he hated my guts?
Well the feelings mutual.
I quickly switch my sweat pants I was wearing forward, then head down the long staircase into the kitchen.
But it was empty, with the living room, and probably bathroom. I sigh and went back up the steps to grabbed my things getting ready to just leave.
I ran back the stairs with my belongings as the front door opened.
Killian was carrying bags of groceries in his hands as his eyes land on me, "Oh you're up early." He gracefully sat the bags on the kitchen counter. He runs his hand through his luscious hair. As I held back my drools. He look so sexy— wait I'm off topic, I'm supposed to be mad at him.
"Just wanted to say thank you for the care, but I should be leaving." I say smiling.
His eyes sadden, "What?" he says, "You're leaving before breakfast. Are you sure you don't want to stay to eat at least?"
"No I'm not hungry." I say, as my stomach growls of his cooking, curse you stomach for not holding your growls. My face redden at the embarrassment.
He smirks, "Your mouth says something, but your stomach says another."
I held back my smile. I was supposed to be angry at him, but it's like I never was anymore, why is that? Did something happen last night that I didn't remember? But I wasn't going to show him that.
"No thank you, I'll be off to my home." I say, turning to leave.
His hand grasp my wrist stopping me from leaving, as I felt like a jolt of electricity went down my spine. I turn to look at him, yanking my hand out of his grip.
"What Killian?"
He started to speak, making him frozen like he wanted to say something important.
"Have a nice day." He said, turning around leaving me confused.
And to think he was going to apologize for being rude to me. I shake my head and slam the door shut leaving his house to look for a cab to take me back to my place.
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Shutting my penthouse door shut, I sat my things down instantly heading for the kitchen. It was like I haven't eaten in days.
Opening up my fridge, I started to make me a sandwich, then grabbing me a bag of lays chips and poured me some orange juice setting it on the table.
I start to dig in the food, eating away when my phone rings. I picked it up answering.
"Hello." I spoke.
"Hey it's David."
I grin, "Hey David, any news on a job?" I say, taking another bite of my sandwich.
"That's why I called I got you another job for being an assistant."
"That's great David, give me info." I sip my drink.
"Well the boss that's runs the ICF in Llford, United Kingdom is named Robin. He's one of my other good friends, and I asked him to pay you the same amount I payed you, maybe a little extra. He said you can start getting your plane ticket because you'll be moving in five days." David says, "And I payed the place for you to stay until you start, plus the plane ticket."
I wipe my mouth from the bread crumbs, "David you didn't have to."
"Well I wanted to, it's paying you back of the situation I put you in with Killian." He answers, "Speaking of him, did he say anything to you?"
Was he suppose to?
"No." I furrow my eyebrows, "Why?" I ask.
"Oh no reason." He sighs, "Well you can start packing I guess, hope you have a great time."
I threw my dish in the sink, "Yeah me too." I clear my throat, "Well thank you so much David."
"No problem Emma."
"I'll start to pack early, so talk to you later?"
"Sure thing, see ya." I end the phone call setting my phone down. I was really moving to the UK. It could be exciting, a new adventure for me, or maybe not. I'll make sure to tell Regina later, for right now I need to think.
Never thought I would finally move away in New York, let alone move all the way to the UK.
I inhale, I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it. But did I really wanted to?
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