jordi's pov
rolling over i snuggle further into my warm comfortable pillow and my warm cotton bed sheets
wait, what. the last thing i remember is being dragged away from the bar and then everything is a blur and black
i shoot up at lightning speed, honestly i have no clue how i didn't get whiplash, looking around to see that i am in fact in my own bed
i look down at my clothes to see i'm in a oversized white t-shirt and a pair of nike pro shorts. my black lace bra and panties so who ever changed me didn't take them off which is good
i swear to fucking god if reece is the one who changed me i will cut his balls off
i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding before laying back down in my comfortable ass bed
as my head hits the pillow a pounding starts to happen inside my skull
fuck. i didn't drink anything so it's not a hangover and i definitely didn't take any drugs
i roll over groaning as my head won't stop pounding to see a water bottle and a note
i pick up the note and read it before picking up the advil and water bottle. placing the 2 advil's in my mouth i swallow with a large gulp of water
ahhh, refreshing
i pull the covers over my legs and place my feet on the floor. i push my body offf of the soft mattress and stand on my wobbly legs
walking over to my vanity i grab my purse and fish my phone out from the bottom. i leave my gun i. my purse for next time
i open my door and walk out of my room. i look down the hallway to see that it's completely empty and all the doors are closed
i walk out into the hallway and towards the elevator to see if it's fixed yet. i press the button and nothing happens
of course it's not fucking fixed. it's been broken for over a year and it's still not fixed. lazy bitches
i roll my eyes in annoyance and walk back towards the stairs. i walk down the flights of stairs and nearly trip over my own to feet when i get to the bottom
my jaw drops at the sight standing in front of me
holy shit
standing with his back to me and facing the door is a shirtless reece talking to someone else facing the door
man his fucking back muscles. cue the drool
his tattoo covered skin is glistening with sweat and his back muscles are on full view. a white t-shirt is scrunched up in his hand and his grey shorts hanging lowly on his hips
i didn't expect this but i mean, i'm not complaining
i walk down the rest of the stairs and into the kitchen, ignore the stares that i can feel burning into the back of my skull
the tiles in the kitchen feel freezing on my bare feet. i walk over to the fridge to see what i could possibly have for breakfast
i bend over and pull out some eggs, bacon and cheese to make a couple of omelets for myself
"damn girl, can i get you for breakfast. screw the eggs and bacon, let me take you on this counter" a deep voice says from behind me
that is definitely not reece
i stand up and turn around, shitting the fridge behind me and placing the eggs and bacon on the counter
i look up to see a hot man leaning on the door frame that leads to the kitchen with his arms crossed
"no thanks, i'm good" i say back as i busy myself with getting the eggs out of the carton
"reece didn't tell me he got a new and hotter maid" he says as he pushes off the doorway and starts walking towards me
"i'm not a maid" i say to him getting kind of annoyed at this dumb but hot piece of shit
"then who are you?" he says as he smirks at me as he pushes me backwards against the stove counter top
"non of your fucking business. that's who i am" i say as i lift my knee up and knee him in the sausage that hands between his legs
i though sausage was fitting cause it's breakfast time ;)
he lets out a groan of pain, his hands flying down and falling to his knees
i push past him and continue what i was doing before i speak up again
"did i hit you in your little sausage?" i ask innocently as i crack the eggs into a bowel
"really jordi?" reece says from the doorway and i look up to see an amused reece standing where dipshit on the floor just was
his now naked chest is covered with a white t-shirt that is basically see through because of his sweat
"what?" i ask. "he asked for it" i say as i turn back around to get a pan from one of the cupboards
"move asshat" i say to the dickhead on the floor and kick him out of the way so i can get the pans i'm looking for
i grab the pans and shut the cupboard. i turn the stove on and place the pan on it to heat up
i grab some olive oil from the top cupboard and pour it in both of the pans
i walk back over to the counter and grab the bacon, cheese and the bowl of eggs
i place the bacon in one of the pans to let it cook so i don't get so salmonella
whilst the bacon is cooking, i move onto the eggs. i whisk the eggs with the fork before walking over to the fridge and grab the milk. i pour the right amount into a measuring cup before putting into my whisked eggs
i continue to whisk it so it's mixed probably before setting it aside to check on the bacon
"kayden, get off the fucking floor" reece spits
i'm guessing this dip shit is kayden
"it's not my fault your stupid fucking maid kicked me in the balls" dipshit groans out
"well don't try to get in my fucking pants bitch" i spit out whilst attending to the bacon
"your maid is fucking hot but a bitch" he groans from the floor
"for the last fucking time, i am not a fucking maid!" i screech at him as i take a clean spatula off the counter and wack him across the back of the head with it
"kayden, she isn't a maid. she works for me" reece says as he watched me beat whoever the fuck this guy is with a fucking spatula
"ow. ow. ow. ok. ouch. stop" he says as he try's to protect himself from the wrath of my spatula skills
i stop wacking him with it and point it at him
"don't. call. me. a. fucking. maid" i say before turning my attention back to food
[AUTHORS NOTE]
before i start, we hit 5k! we're half way to 10k and i am so proud of myself. i usually don't get proud of myself but like, i fucking did that!
moving on, go follow my new writing account on instagram. i know it looks really lonely because i have 3 followers but it's ok. i made this account on the 12th of october as you can tell by the bio and it was originally a quote account that i made but ended up forgetting to post and everything. i promise i won't forget about it now that it's a writing account and i'll post updates on all my story's. it did have like 200 followers at one point but i deleted them cause i knew them and they didn't sign up for a wattpad writing account. anyway, go give it a follow
@ emersonhendrixwrites
in other news, i have like 11 other story ideas with chapter drafts, covers and ideas in my drafts/notes so they will be coming soon
my second book, not related to this one, will be out once i eventually get like 30ish chapter drafts written for it so you all don't have to wait for me to write. my second book is getting there, i'm on the fourth chapter but each chapter has like 3,000, more or less, words in it so they're going to be long
my brain gets like a new idea like every day so i have tones of ideas in my drafts
also, i have no clue how to make an omelet and have never made one or eaten one. so i go the instructions off google so don't judge
i am so sorry this took so long but i'm doing online school again cause my state in australia is currently all locked down cause of fucking melbourne
don't forget to vote!