Chapter 11 - When Will the Drug Wear Off?

Zakael let out a low grunt when I shoved him to his bed.

“Aw!” He cried.

My brows knitted as I eyed his curled-up body. So now he can talk? Is he playing with me?

“Hey!” I slapped his foot dangling out at the edge of the bed.

I saw him smile. “You bastard! You’re awake, and you made it hard for me to carry you here?” I hissed, beyond annoyed at how childish he acts when he’s either drunk or high.

“I'm awake but I'm still dizzy.” He explained and sat up in his bed. He caressed his head and blinked. He let out a groan and frowned to himself. Is he just acting or what?

I frowned. My eyes roamed around the room. The walls were high and painted darkly. His room was simple but manly; with a flat screen in front of the bed, a tall lamp, and a fluffy carpet. There’s also a black couch on the side and a door, surely that’s the bathroom.

I opened his closet, and my eyes feasted on the shades of blue, white, and black clothing. Most of them are corporate clothes, so I just picked out whate