Phoenix and I exchanged a look. It's not like we didn’t know Hudson was deranged, but that shit would stay with us both for a while.
As usual, Hudson’s expression looked like he was plotting someone’s murder. “She isn’t to know. Ever. Understood? You’re both to forget it ever happened.”
“Dude,” Nix puffed, his nose wrinkled in disgust. “Believe me, if there were something I could unsee, that would be it.”
Hudson then had to leave due to the state of his face and top, and Phoenix and I went back to our seats and started to hatch a plan. We needed to know what the fuck was in that green folder.
“We could do with checking Jasper’s office out,” I suggested.
“Where, the one at my dad’s place or the house?” Nix queried.
“Both.”
“OK, when?” Phoenix added with a hint of excitement.
“Well, you can check the house, and we could break into the other together?” I proposed. “After dark, maybe, when there’s no one about.”
I gnawed my lip, trying to draw some strength from my past badass as Phoenix stated. “Well, it’s closed tomorrow. It may be better to drop by during the day. I’ve been there a few times to meet my dad for lunch, and so if we do bump into anyone, most people know me. If we get caught trying to get in there in the middle of the night, it looks much dodgier.”
Dude had a point. I was due to meet Storm in the morning at the gym, so maybe we could go to his dad’s place afterwards. I arranged to pick Nix up around two outside the gates of the Summers estate.
We finalized the details over a couple more drinks.
When I got back to my hotel suite later that night. My head was as woolly as fuck, and I only just made it to my bed before I face planted. My entire body felt like I’d sunk an entire bottle of booze, which wasn’t the case. During my drunk-like state, I messaged Storm, not my finest moment.
I can still smell you on my sheets.
It was almost two in the morning, but before I could stop myself, I typed in another message.Does Jasper carry a file around with him?
I smiled when she replied.What type of file?
I don’t know. A file, file.I keyed in. What else would you call it?One with papers and shit in it?
No reply. Come on, baby. Humor me. I thought to myself as I waited for a message.A green one.I added.
Yes. He carries it to work with him every day. Why?
I’ll tell you in the morning.My vision started to swim.
What the hell is going on, Reed?She responded, I could almost see her face, arms crossed over her amazing tits.
Dream of me, baby x.
As I collapsed across my bed fully clothed, I then allowed the darkness to consume me.
When I opened my eyes after what felt like a few minutes, bright sunlight was shining into the room. My face and body were on fire, and my head felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to it. How the fuck did I have a hangover on such a small amount of alcohol? I was becoming the lightweight that Phoenix had always accused me of being.
Rolling off the bed, I headed for the bathroom for some water. My mouth tasted like shit. And then it felt like my entire chest cavity closed in on itself as I caught the time on the TV.
It was almost noon. What the hell? I never slept in, even after an all-night bender.
Fuck! I had done that one thing that Storm hated most of all.
Stood her up.
I thumbed in a message to Phoenix.Change of plan.See you at yours in an hour.
His reply.Roger that.
