“Drive before I rip your head off and use it as a footrest,” Tian warned, still grumpy from waking up on the wrong side of the right bed with the worst bedmate ever. Anytime he closed his eyes, he was experiencing a replay of x-rated content that had him rethinking his entire life.
She was crazy.
His back looked like a pack of wildcats had mauled him, and he had lovebites in places he didn’t want to talk about. He had no idea how he ended up sleeping with that she-devil and was suffering the consequences. The last thing he remembered was her lining up flaming shots and goading him into a drink-off.
“Shall I stop at the pharmacy and get you some hangover meds?” Qian was enjoying the obvious suffering of his friend and wondered what kind of woman had managed to break his self-imposed celibacy after so long. He hadn’t hooked up with a woman in a long time.
Whether he wanted to or not, that was beside the point. He HAD to see her again, and that was another wave of regret.
Tian lifted his foot in mock warning he would kick Qian in the face if he didn’t get his eyes back on the road, and he only got a chuckle in response.
“Shut up.” Tian tried to ignore him, but Qian was making a mental tick list and ruling out all the women in OTS as he ran through it.
“It’s not Anna. She is way too lovey for Kai to make that kind of mistake. And she didn’t go to the convention.” Qian watched for a reaction and saw Tian frown in disgust.
“So it’s not that leggy big-busted finance manager then?” Qian smirked, seeing Tian’s jaw flinch and his brows knit together in a slight response before he crossed his arms and tried to pull on a cloak of indifference. Pretending he was going to sleep and ignoring Qian’s stupid games.
“Don’t know who you’re talking about.”
He was never drinking again.
“Was she good? Was it memorable?” Qian wasn’t about to let it drop, being the one of the trio who liked to poke fun at the grumpy big bear. He liked to live dangerously, and pushing Tian to almost beating him was a recurring event.
Tian lifted his knee and jabbed the back of Qian’s chair with excessive force knocking it forward and making a ‘tsk’ noise between his teeth to shut him up. This was not helping his mood, and sometimes he wondered why he even liked Qian. He was an annoying bratty younger brother who looked for all your trigger points and repeatedly stabbed at them.
The boy was a cheeky and forward little fucker sometimes, and he felt like throwing him out the windscreen,
He hated that Qian’s investigation skills were unmatched and had a pushy, overly confident knowledge that he was good at it. It was unnerving. If there were a story brewing, he would sniff it out.
“That serious, huh.”
He needed to stop the flashbacks happening in his mind anytime he got even an inkling of that demon’s name. He was sure this experience was giving him some kind of PTSD.
“No texts from her then?” Qian winked, catching his eye in the rearview, and Tian covered his ears with both hands and gave a strangled argh of frustration.
“Qian, if you want to see your next birthday, you better drop it. I am not against violence and am hungover enough to do it.”
“You should call her.”
“There’s no one to call.” Tian closed his eyes again and tried to find his zen to block Qian out. He regretted not getting a cab, but he had stupidly thought Qian would be a better option if he needed to throw up en route.