I stiffened, slowly turning on my heels, and saw the guy staring at me.

"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion.

I couldn't see him clearly, as the only source of light was the bulb hanging from the ceiling. He pushed from the wall, stepping forward in the light.

"I'm sorry." He said in a thick Scottish accent.

The light illuminated his handsome face and I studied him. Thick brown hair, combed back, showing his high forehead, ocean blue eyes that watched me intensely, perfect nose, and sharp jaw.

F**k. He's smoking hot!

My eyes slowly roamed over his tall figure, broad shoulders, and chest hidden under a white full-sleeved sweater shirt he wore with light blue jeans and white shoes.

Built body, and not too bulky.

Now, this is my type!

"I thought you looked familiar." He said, jamming his hands in his front pockets and bounced on his heels.

Do people still use this line?

I wasn't sure about others, but this was definitely working on me.

"Really?" I crossed my arms, trying to play cool, which was getting hard.

I don't know about the story, but I definitely found the guy.

"I didn't mean to startle you. I'm sorry..." My eyes automatically darted to his lips as he rolled the 'r'. His lips kept moving, but I couldn't pay attention to what he was saying as I glued my eyes to his pink, moist lips.

I'm officially in love with a Scottish accent.

"Do you...?" I blinked my eyes, focusing on him again.

"Huh?" I absentmindedly asked.

"Do you forgive me?" He looked at me with his hopeful, sparkling eyes.

"Of course, I forrgi-" I slammed my mouth shut and cleared my throat. Why the hell am I tapping 'r'? "I mean forgive- I forgive you," I said, smiling at him.

"Thank you." His eyes lit up, and his mouth curved into a smile. My heart melted at the sight of his dimples.

"So... Mr. Scottish. What are you doing here?" I asked. He chuckled and that sweet chuckle.

Oh boy, I'm a goner.

"Came here to pass some time." He smiled and extended his hand in front of me. "Hello, I'm-"

"What's going on, babe?" I glanced behind Mr. Scottish and saw the blonde girl coming out of the bathroom.

Wait a minute...babe?

A humorless laugh escaped my lips. "You got some nerves to hit on me, dude."

He frowned. "I wasn't hitting on you."

I scoffed in disbelief. "Oh! You're going to deny now that your girlfriend is here." I fumed and gestured toward the blondie, who was now glaring at me.

"There is a misunderstanding, she's not my-" the blondie cut him off.

"I know what type of girl you are." She stepped forward, looking at me from head to toe. "Whenever you see a rich hot guy, you'd spread your le-"

"First off bit*h, he started it." I gave her a once-over and smirked. "And now I know why he even did." She gasped and looked at me with wide eyes. She opened her mouth, but Mr. Scottish beat her.

"Listen, this is nawt how it looks like. I was just trying to-"

"I don't need your explanations, and neither do I give a f**k whatever you were trying to do." I glowered at him and gave him a disgusted look. "A**hole," I grunted and turned around, leaving them towards the bar.

And here I thought I found a guy. I should remain single for the rest of my life and it is better that way.

"What happened in the bathroom that made you so red?" Kayla inquired, studying my face.

"Nothing," I mumbled, getting on the stool. "I need some shots."

"Now you're talking!" Kayla exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

She shouted, getting Michael's attention, and ordered shots. I glanced behind her and saw Mr. Scottish furiously storming towards the front door, with Miss Blondie trailing behind him.

"Here." I turned my attention towards Kayla and saw six shots in front. "Let's get wasted tonight!" She grinned mischievously.

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"Phoenix..."

I deliberately opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling absentmindedly.

I think I heard someone.

I tried to sit but plopped back because of the throbbing pain in my head. I squeezed my eyes and groaned, massaging my head.

My head!

It feels like someone is playing a drum in it!

I slowly opened my eyes again and looked around my room. The last thing I remembered was drinking shots with Kayla.

Suddenly, my stomach twisted, and I felt nauseous. I jolted up running towards my bathroom, but my feet tangled in the duvet, making me fall face on the floor.

"F**k!" I groaned in pain and got up again.

Sitting in front of the toilet for a while, I waited for the puke to come out, but nothing. I got up and did my business, then changed out of the black dress that I was still wearing. Opening the cabinet, I took out aspirin and gulped them down.

I feel like crap.

I got out of the bathroom and was about to get on my bed again, but my alarm blared. I sighed and switched it off.

Time for work!

I went towards my small kitchen and made coffee for myself. Picking my phone, I dialed Kayla, and after a few rings, the line died. I called her again and again until she finally answered.

"What?!" she snapped. I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Good morning to you too, Miss Sunshine." I mocked and heard her groaning.

"What time is it?" She asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's time to get ready for work," I answered, pouring coffee into my mug.

"Kill me." She muttered.

"Gladly." I went towards my couch and plopped on it, turning the TV on.

"Why do we work again?"

"To put food in our stomach." I sipped my coffee and sighed in pleasure. "If it wasn't for you, I would have not been feeling shit right now."

"I feel like shit." She mumbled. I heard some movement around her and continued switching channels to see something good on it.

"How did I get home last night?" I asked Kayla.

"You don't remember?"

"No. The last thing I remember was drinking shots with you." I mumbled as I continued sipping my coffee. "How many shots did we drink exactly?"

"Six- No seven... eight? I don't remember, but what I remember is that we both got wasted and Michael dropped us off, and he said he will bring my car today." Her tone softened when she mentioned him, and I scoffed at her.

"Oh really? Did you guys do the deed last night?" I teased.

"No..." she lied. I waited for her to say something and after a few seconds, she blurted. "Okay, we make out." She giggled.

"Just make out?"

"Yeah." She blew out a breath. "He was in a hurry to get back cause the roads got crowded because of the accident."

"What accident?" I frowned.

"The accident that happened last night." She answered in a duh tone.

"I remember nothing," I mumbled and switched to a news channel and saw a reporter talking about the accident. "It's on the news." I turned to volume up and listened to it.

"Of course it is." I could almost see her rolling her eyes. "Hold up, I need to pee." I put the phone down and watched the news. The reporter was at the crime scene.

"As you can see, this is the place where the accident happened last night, and the car..."

I saw the picture of the upside-down car and winced. The car condition was worse.

I don't think the person in it would have survived.

"It was a hit and run, and there was only one guy in the car who was severely injured and was immediately admitted to the nearest hospital. He is still in ICU and the doctors are trying to save his life..."

There was a picture of the person, and I choked on my coffee when I recognized him.

Mr. Scottish!

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