Kelly
After work, Derek and I went back to his penthouse where we would be staying for the next few days. He seemed agitated, but mostly kept it to himself. Probably better that way, especially since I noticed not just one, but several empty bottles of whiskey in the recycling bin.
"Are you heading out?" I asked as Derek angrily put on his shoes. It was just getting dark outside.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He bit out. He reaked of whiskey.
"Excuse me!" I all but roared. "Don't you ever speak to me that way!"
"Whatever." He said, slamming the door behind him before I could further protest.
Thankfully, closed doors never stopped me before.
"Come back sober or don't come back at all!" I opened the door and yelled as he continued down the hall.
I slammed it shut when I w
