Sweet Revenge

Chapter 15

Crackles. Thats what I'd describe the noises I was hearing. I slowly opened my eyes and spotted the source of the noise immediately.

The wood in the fireplace was crisp, and enlightened by soft flames. The fire danced and little flames were spit out, only to fall back down.

For a second I was mesmerized. I stared for a few more moments until I finally took in my surroundings.

Alexanders house.

I straightened up and glanced down. I had a thin blanket draped across my body and my head had been resting on a soft, plush, purple pillow, that was propped up on the edge of the sofa.

I rubbed my head slightly confused as I stood up and glanced at Alexanders vacant armchair.

However I was even more confused when I glanced to the blurry glass doors that revealed it was indeed night time.

Great. I fell asleep.

With a sigh I breathed in and went to take a step forward but slowed my movements when I smelled food. Food that suspiciously smelled like chicken.

It reminded me of all the family dinners I once had with my family and I suddenly became all emotional.

Shaking my head I looked around and tried to follow the smell. I heard soft humming and walked through oak french doors, only to see Alexander closing an oven with one hand and the other holding a tray with cooked chicken.

"You're sober?" I couldn't help but wonder as I took in his casual state.

Alexander placed the tray on the marble table and looked up. He grinned and nodded his head.

"It's been several long hours. Hungover, but sober. I must say, you are a heavy sleeper," he said with an amused tone and I crossed my arms.

"Oh? And how so?" I asked.

"You mean besides the fact I woke up and got startled by your presence and knocked over a vase?" Alexander said with a raised eyebrow and I looked at him blankly.

"...a vase made out of glass that shattered pretty much a meter away from you?"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Liar," I replied and Alexander looked offended.

"Check the dust bin! Its full of glass!" He exclaimed and I rolled my eyes.

I glanced down at the bench the tray was on. It had stools surrounding it and several bottles of wine were lined up.

I looked back at Alexander who watched me closely and I couldn't help but feel awkward.

In that moment I couldn't help but recall our kiss and my cheeks most likely reddened.

Alexander tilted his head and I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking.

"Victoria," he asked steadily and I raised an eyebrow in question, "-I don't mean to be rude but, what the hell are you doing in my house?" Alexander asked.

I looked at him a little shocked but then I grinned.

"You don't remember?" I said and Alexander shook his head.

"Am I missing something?" He asked with furrowned eyebrows and I immediately recalled what he told me about Rebecca, his sister.

I didn't know whether to tell him or not. Would it be a big deal? I mean, he was pretty skeptical about it in the first place and if the roles were reversed I'd definitely not be happy.

"Not really," I shrugged, "-I came here to discuss some sort of plan. I'm getting impatient. You were drunk when I came here," I explained indifferently and Alexander nodded crossing his arms, his biceps capturing my attention.