Elliot POV
“Come on, mate, a bachelor party without a stripper is not the same”, Theo says, and I shake my head laughing. I think the amount of alcohol we already had is playing a big part in his behaviour.
“If I want to see a woman strip, I’ll go home and ask my woman to do it. At least I can touch and kiss that one”, Killian says, and I frown, looking at him. Killian is usually more reserved than this. The alcohol is definitely getting to them. I haven’t been drinking a lot; after all, I am still taking painkillers because of that fucker.
“I have a better idea”, I say, and they both look at me frowning. I stand up and walk out of the game room, and they follow me. They keep their tumblers. They keep both chatting while following me through the corridor and down the stairs towards the basement.
“Oh, fuck, no, mate, that’s not a good idea”, Theo says, stopping. He steps in front of me, and I frown, looking at him. I need to hit someone, and that fucki
Hazel POV “Miss, if you follow me”, the girl says as she offers me her hand. I smile, taking it, and she guides me to the private rooms in the back. I sit on the chair provided, and she looks at me and smiles. Is she not used to having women asking for a lap dance, or is she? , whatever happens, I need to know. “I don’t want you to dance. Can you please sit down?” I ask, and she frowns, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Look, I am here to dance”, she says, almost biting my head off. I nod, sitting back on the chair, and she starts dancing in front of me. I clear my throat as it is challenging to formulate a logical thought when you have boobs and ass on your face. I blink a couple of times, and I gather the courage. “Can I ask you a question?” I ask her, and she nods her head and smiles, throwing her glossy hair over her shoulder as she leans over me, placing both her hands on the back o
Hazel POV “Okay…”, I whisper. ‘I didn’t know she was the one. She gave me fake documents, she was banned from New York, and obviously, everything that was left of her was burned to the ground. Elliot made sure that even her social media presence died’, She says, and I nod. I can see him doing that. “He really loved her, hun?” I ask, and they both nod. I look at them and then down at my shoes. “Oh no, love, she is in the past. He would never look at her ever again. I am so sorry I didn’t know who she was when she was hired”, she says, and I nod. I wonder if Elliot told them about this. “Come on, we have to go”, Ashley says, and I look at them, a little confused still. “Where are we going?” I ask, and she shrugs. She grabs my hand and guides me out. I can’t see Elliot. We walk towards the limousine that is outside, and Theo is standing guard
Elliot POV “There’s more”, Theo says as he looks at me through the mirror. I frown, and Killian nods. “No”, I say, and they stay quiet. Fuck. “Hazel is with her right now”, Killian says, and I place both my hands, covering my eyes. For fuck sake. Fucking great. My evil bitch of an ex and my fiancé together. What the actual fuck. Theo keeps driving through the traffic in Manhattan, and all I keep thinking is, what the fuck were they thinking to go to a fucking strip club? I know it's only female strippers there, but still, fuck my life. I open my eyes, and I sit up straight. “When did she get back?” I ask, and Killian passes me his phone. I start looking, and I take a deep breath. Fucking great I have been so distracted by Hazel that I have stopped tracking that bitch. I shake my head, pass the phone back to Killian, and grab my own from my pocket. “What the fuck was she thinking?” I shou
Hazel POV “Hazel, you need to wake up”, Ashley says, and I open my eyes. I look at her, and I realise we are still in her living room in the made-up beds. God, how much did I have to drink yesterday? I scratch my head and stretch on the bed as Ashley looks at me with concern plastered all over her face. “Is everything okay?”, I ask as I sit up; she bites her lower lip and then shakes her head. “Have you had any news from Elliot?”, she asks, and when I look around, I can see Theo hugging Everly while she is on her phone and Killian standing in the back of the room with his arms crossed in front of his chest. I shake my head slowly as I move around, trying to find my phone. When I find it, I touch the screen, and it lights up. No notifications. Nothing. “What is going on? Where is Elliot?”, I ask, and both Theo and Killian look down. Fuck. If they don’t know, how am I supposed to know? “How long has he been missing?”, I ask, and Theo looks at hi
Hazel POV “He’s not here”, I say, walking out of the bedroom. “Not here”, Theo says as he walks out of the office. We have looked everywhere here, and he’s not home. The doorman hasn’t seen him either. I shake my head, flopping on the couch, resting my head on the back and closing my eyes. “Where are you, Elliot?”, I whisper to myself. Theo sits next to me, passing me a glass with an amber liquid. “A bit early to be drinking, isn’t it?”, I ask, and he shrugs. “I haven’t been to bed yet, so technically not really”, he says, and I shrug, taking a sip of the content, and I shrug my nose as it burns all the way down my throat towards my stomach. “This is horrible”, I say, and he smiles slightly. His phone starts ringing, and he shifts on the couch, taking it out of his jeans pocket. “Yes
Elliot POVI open my eyes and immediately regret doing so, closing them immediately. The headache strikes, sending a feeling of nausea down to my stomach, and I feel like I’m going to be sick. Shit. Where the fuck am I. I look around, trying to find something familiar, but I can’t find anything. I don’t recognise where I am. I move slowly, and I can smell something sweet, like flowers. But I still don’t know where I am. How much did I have to drink?Memories of what happened come rushing and knock me out to the floor. I am on my knees, hugging my stomach as I empty it. I look at the carpeted floor now has a massive stain with my alcohol-filled sick. Whoever owns this place will need a fucking professional carpet cleaner and a fucking decorator to paint those walls. The pint is washed off, and the painting of the wall are fucking terrible.I m
Hazel POVElliot has been home almost one day and hasn’t woken up yet. He has been having some nightmares, I assume, and he screams and kicks on the bed. His eyes moved rapidly under his eyelids. I haven’t been able to sleep as I keep watching him. The doctor said he was extremely dehydrated, and she put him on fluids via IV and now, I am here, sitting on the bed next to the man I love while he says another woman’s name in his dreams.“Andrea”, he whispers, and I feel my stomach twisting and turning. Theo told me he wasn’t with her while they were together, but who can guarantee that they weren’t together after that when he left Theo and Killian and disappeared on his own?I stand up, put down my book on the bedside table, walk into the adjacent bathroom and get the flannel wet again before walking back to bed and sitting on my knees while I place the flannel on Elliot&rsq
Hazel POV “Why is everyone telling me to be patient, and to trust him, and to be open-minded, but no one tells me anything? I am scared, I don’t know what to expect, and I keep having this bad feeling that I am going to lose him,” I blurt out, and Everly shakes her head while she breaks some eggs into a bowl. “He would never hurt you on purpose”, she says, and I shake my head as I place it between my hands. Everly and Theo left not long after I finished eating and had a small nap. I really needed it, and now I feel a little bit better after having a shower. I walk back into the bedroom to find Elliot sitting on the edge of the bed without the IV on his arm. His body glowing from the sweat, but he is still sweating a lot; maybe his body trying to get rid of the toxins from the drugs. I still can’t believe he used heroin. I shake my head slightly, pushing those thoughts away. “Doc just left”, he says, and I nod as I walk past him wrapped in the fluffy white towel. I walk into the d