Aftermath

Chapter 61

RICHARD'S POV

At first, I heard the sound of something like ceramic shatter downstairs, probably from the kitchen. As I was getting dressed to go check it out, a shrill followed.

I hurriedly put on my clothes and went downstairs, finding B with a mix of confusion, anger, and shock on her face. The stripper girl from last night looked upset and frightened, wearing one of my favourite shirts that was now ruined with coffee stains. I wondered why an adult like her would spill coffee on herself. I hate it when random girls who don’t mean anything to me wear my clothes when they spend the night at my place – it’s one of the rules they should follow, but I forgot to mention it to her last night.

Hold on… is that blood on her face? I widened my eyes to make sure I saw it right, and indeed, it was blood. Her nose seemed a bit off from its usual shape. It was…broken. Broken bits of ceramic were scattered on the floor beneath them. The scene resembled the aftermath of a fight. What