Chapter 11

Kaitlyn’s POV

I was in the backseat as Anton drove me back to my apartment. Did Mia actually believe me? I hope so, otherwise I’m dead. I’m quite surprised she didn’t care about the fact I was making out with Andrea. I guess she really wasn’t her girlfriend and they weren’t anything.

I have no idea what to do now, if this didn’t work and she didn’t believe me it’s over for me. Not only would I have failed this operation but she’s most likely gonna kill me in the next few days.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch your name.” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Kaitlyn Prescott.” I give him a polite smile. He looks at me through the rearview mirror and I catch a glimpse of his brown eyes.

“So, you’re the famous Kaitlyn Prescott. The police officer who hasn’t left Mia alone for the past 5 years.” I let out a shy laugh as I shook my head. How did he know about me? Had Mia talked about me?

“Well, I’ll leave her alone once she decides to drop the illegal shit she’s got going on.” I say in a joking tone and to that, Anton lets out a soft laugh. He pays his attention back on the road before speaking again.

“I thought you were in New York, what are you doing all the way in France?” I’m not stupid, Mia probably told him to ask me these types of questions. I can’t blame her, an ex cop randomly showing up? Definitely suspicious. But again as Ryan said, suspicion keeps her engaged.

I clear my throat before saying “I.. just got fired.” My tone was filled with disappointment, as if I had really gotten fired. I fidgeted with my hands and looked out the window. “I couldn’t stay in New York, everything reminded me of my job so I left. I always wanted to visit Europe so I thought, what better time than now?”

He hums in response, I could tell he’s thinking of his next words. “Why did you get fired, anyway?” I let out a long breath and looked at him. “Misconduct.” He glances at me through the rearview mirror again then pays his attention back on the road. “It’s so stupid honestly, I didn’t even do anything wrong. But apparently because of the fucking redtape everything’s my fault.” I scoff out and clench my jaw.

He tilts his head slightly before he makes a turn. “How did you meet Andrea?” I let out a small huff as a smile grew on my lips. “I first saw her in a cafe, we saw each other there quite often actually. I guess Paris is a small city ’cause we kept seeing each other after that. Then she approached me at the park and offered to show me around. We hung out a lot after that.” Okay, that sounds believable right?

The car comes to a stop and Anton gets out to open the door for me. I give him a small thank you as I get out of the car. “Listen, tell Mia I am truly sorry for getting with Andrea. I had no idea.”

He lets out a laugh and turns to look at the building I’m staying at. “Mia does not do relationships. She hates the idea alone, trust me she is not affected in the slightest about what you did” He says in a reassuring tone and I give him a small nod.

“Thank you, Anton. You really didn’t have to do this.” He opens the door to the building and offers me a smile. “I wish you well, Ms. Prescott.”

I enter the building and he soon leaves after that. I went up to my apartment and changed into more comfortable clothes. I put on some shorts and a hoodie before getting into bed. It was quite late and I was tired.

I hope Mia believed what I said. Even if she didn’t believe me, the security footage of me getting fired would do the rest of the work. She had to believe me, right? I mean, she wasn’t exactly gullible but still. This has to work, I need Mia behind bars. She deserves to be in prison more than anyone. I’m sick of it all. I lay in bed and my eyes felt heavier and heavier. I let sleep take over since today was a long day.

A few days have now passed and still nothing from Mia. Fuck, what am I doing? Did I already screw this up? You know what, maybe not seeing her is for the best. The less I see her the less chance it is she kills me. I decided to go out tonight, I’m not spending another day in this apartment. I wear a leather skirt with a dark red top which complements my hair.

I have no idea where I’m going, I’ll probably go to the first bar I see. I am in need of a drink, badly. I don’t care if I’m still technically on the job, I need to get drunk.

I walked through a street which had a lot of bars open and I lined up to a bar where people were lining up. I guess it must be a good bar if people are lining up for it, right? I don’t need it to be a good bar, as long as they have alcohol I’ll be satisfied.

After what felt like hours, I finally got into the bar. The first thing I do is go to the bartender and order myself a shot. I’d usually order a beer but I don’t really get drunk on that. After one or two shots, I’m pretty tipsy already. I have very low alcohol tolerance and some may be sad about that fact but I embrace it. Honestly it’s better, it’s way easier to get drunk.

I now have four shots in my system and I feel like getting on the dance floor. Yeah, I’m definitely drunk. I took one last shot before making my way to where people were gathered. I let loose and started dancing. I looked up and noticed there was a second floor, its second floor was built around a hollow center. It overlooked the first floor but only a few people were there. I’m guessing only specific people are allowed up there.

My thoughts were then interrupted when a girl approached me. She had green eyes and blonde hair which was pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a skirt, a very short skirt actually, and a top that didn’t cover much, only her chest. “Hey, can I buy you a drink?” She asked as she leaned in closer to make sure I heard it over the loud music. I nodded in response and she led me out of the crowd to the bar.

I got myself a martini and she got.. I don’t know what she got. I’m so out of it. The bartender served us our drinks and I finished it in one go. “Woah, slow down there.” The girl got the glass from my hands and stepped closer to me. “Are you okay?” She puts a hand on my shoulder. I look behind me to find a bar stool there. I decided to sit down, I need to collect myself for a moment.

I’m so dizzy, I feel like the whole world’s spinning. I put both my hands on my temples as I try to focus on not throwing up right now. Okay, maybe low alcohol tolerance is not that good. I feel like shit right now.

“Yeah, I really don’t want to get puked on tonight.” The girl says before walking away. I let out a long breath before I put my head down on my arms. I just need to rest for a bit then I’ll go back to the dance floor.

Yeah, that didn’t happen. That was the last thing I remembered last night. I woke up and I wasn’t in my apartment. I rub my eyes as the sun glared through the window. My head is killing me.

I look around and see that I’m at what it appears to be a hotel room. How the fuck did I get here? I look to my right and see a blazer on the back of a chair. Please don’t tell me I hooked up with a man. Footsteps approached as I turned my attention to the door.

The door opens and I’m met with Mia. She was buttoning up her shirt before she met my gaze. Oh god. Did I sleep with Mia Laurent? Oh this is a whole new low for me.

“Morning.” She smiled as she grabbed her blazer and put it on. No no no no no no, please don’t tell me I hooked up with her. When I said I needed to earn her trust this is not what I meant.