Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(43)
“Hey! I’m just as important as Cleopatra in my own little bubble. Don’t burst it. I was taking a break, this thing is f*cking heavy.”
“Leave that to the men.” Valentine glares at me and motions for me to move with his head.
“Pussies.” I mumble under my breath and get up.
They pick the right angle to move the table and carry it inside with ease. I was struggling to even lift it an inch off the ground. They take the table into the elevator with them and I head towards the stairs, as there’s no way another person could fit. I just hope they won’t try to kill each other in the twenty seconds it takes to reach my floor.
I get there before them and lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath as the elevator doors open. I look between them and while they both look upset, it seems that a little bit of peace has been restored, thank God.
I open the door to my place and they switch the tables around. Poor Bernard, he’s clearly not impressed by the new glass and metal frame table or with Valentine’s presence. He, again, hisses at him and scurries away.
“I don’t know why your cat hates me. I'm good with pussies usually.” He chuckles.
“Men…” I walk into the kitchen and get myself a bottle of water before offering one to the two men.
CHAPTER 15
The Next Day
I wake with a start after hearing a loud noise coming from the kitchen. I groan thinking that Spencer has dropped something, but after a quick look at the clock, I know he would have left for work a couple hours ago.
I sit up quickly as I realize that the source of the noise could be Bernard getting into some kind of trouble. But as my eyes wake up, I see him sitting by the door, clearly disturbed by the noise as well. Okay, now I’m getting worried and I have no idea what to do. If it’s a robber I could lock myself in the bathroom and call someone or I could go out and confront the person. If only I had a weapon or at least a baseball bat. I sigh to myself and decide to go and confront the f*cker as I pick up the next best thing, a long metal flashlight.
I tiptoe to the door and open it as quietly as I can. I peek through the crack in the door trying to see if I can see anyone, but there’s no one there. I do see that one of my plants has been knocked over and there is soil everywhere. The plant was on a small table against the wall so there’s no way it could have fallen on its own.
“Morning, Haven.” I hear from the living room. Shit, I’d recognize that voice anywhere.
“Adam. What the f*ck are you doing here?” I demand and take a step forward.
“Can’t I visit my girlfriend?” As he walks towards me I get a good look at him, his eyes are red and drunk, he looks crazed.
“Ex-girlfriend. We broke up weeks ago.” I hold the flashlight up in an attempt to stop him from coming any closer.
“You broke up with me but I never broke up with you. I want us together.” He smirks when he sees the flashlight and gets a gun out of his pocket. Oh, shit!
“It takes two consenting people for a relationship. I don’t want anything to do with you, not anymore Adam.”
“Shut up, you whore! Nobody asked for your opinion!” He shouts and charges at me. I don’t have time to react as he backhands me, knocking me down on the ground. I hold my soon-to-be bruised cheek, trying to regain my composure and come up with a plan or at least something that could give me the upper hand, but I'm struggling to think straight. My breath is ragged, I'm starting to shake and my vision is starting to blur. I can feel a panic attack coming. I try to focus and block out everything around me but my hesitation gives him enough time to grab me by the throat and push me towards my bedroom before throwing me on the bed. “I’ll be the one deciding if we’re in a relationship or not. You hear me, you bitch!” He yells and uses his body to pin me into the bed. He covers my mouth with his hand and I try to struggle against him but he’s too heavy. “I’m taking back what’s mine and erasing any memory of your little boyfriend. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t want to be with anyone else ever again. You ruined my life when you dumped me! I f*cking loved you and you threw what we had away, I lost Cassidy and I lost my job! It’s all your fault, you f*cking bitch. Yesterday I told you that you would be paying for what you did.” He smirks at me and tries to undo his pants. I take the opportunity to scream whilst he is preoccupied. God, I hope Valentine is home.
“Help.” I scream as loud as I can, over and over.
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” He slaps me with each word and I’m slowly losing hope that I can get out of this situation unscathed. My tears are falling freely down my cheek and I'm gasping for air as the realization of what's about to happen hits me. This can't be happening. I struggle as best as I can, trying to kick him off of me, but all my attempts are in vain.
Less than two seconds later I hear a loud crash and the sound of running footsteps. I don’t think Adam has the time to realize what’s happening when he’s thrown off me by a very pissed off Valentine.
“You good?” Valentine half growls at me. I nod and he quickly turns to Adam before punching him and knocking him out. He grabs my phone and walks to the living room, dragging an unconscious Adam behind him.
I figured Adam would try to do something stupid after his threats yesterday, but I never imagined he would try to do something like this. Thank f*ck Valentine was home.