One Dirty Night - Page 94

Bastard.

Heartbreaker.

I sat on the queen-sized bed, hating how hard it was compared to my comfy mattress at home, and stared blankly at the TV as some stupid reality program showed two women fighting over one man. They screeched and shouted, and in the end, the man didn’t want either of them.

Story of every single girl’s life.

Flopping onto my back, I stared at the white ceiling.

I closed my eyes, hoping if I shut out the world, I could shut out Nicholas Davis too.

A sharp rap on the door sent me shooting upward again.

Is it him?

Did he come to get me?

Does he realise he’s made a massive mistake and—

“Room service.”

Argghhh.

Digging my thumbs into my eyes, I scooted off the bed and went to the door. Swinging it open, I forced a smile at the uniformed server and signed the docket before accepting the silver-covered tray. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Have a good night.”

Closing the door, I carried my pathetic dinner to bed, yanked back the covers, and climbed in. I didn’t care I still wore my black skirt and cream blouse from work. I didn’t care about a damn thing as I dragged the full-fat cheeseburger and onion rings onto my lap.

Fuck it.

I didn’t need to look after myself, not when a broken heart would kill me.

I didn’t need to worry that dairy was bad and red meat was bad and fried foods were definitely bad. Working in pharmaceuticals had stolen every bit of pleasure out of my life, all because I studied collaborated data that said all of those things were bad, bad, bad.

But tonight, science was wrong.

Sometimes…bad could make us feel good, and I really, really needed to feel good.

I didn’t switch to a more intelligent channel or surf until I found a documentary. Instead, I shoved the dripping, delicious burger in my mouth and watched trash television.

Three weeks in this place wouldn’t be so bad.

Just twenty-one days and then Nicholas would be gone.

I would get another housemate, and then…I could finally be free of him.

“He’s such a jerk,” I mumbled at my drunken reflection as I cleaned my teeth with a toothbrush I’d bought from the supermarket on the way here. I hadn’t gone home to get an overnight bag, and tomorrow, I would have to buy at least one other work outfit and some underwear because I had absolutely no intention of going back to that house where Nick existed.

No way.

Nuh-uh.

Never in a million years.

I tapped my toothbrush against the mirror, smearing minty paste everywhere. “He’s such a stupid jerk!”

My eyes unfocused as the bathroom tilted.