Chapter 5 Intoxicated

Kalani Monroe's Pov

I woke up the next morning with a serious hangover. I didn't even consume so much alcohol, but my throat was burning like shit and it felt so dry. It felt like I'd smoked for so many years. I hadn't even consumed so much, but the headache was the pulsating kind.

I felt like a piece of shit, useless.

I was feeling dizzy, thirsty and also felt like vomiting. Lord knows I didn't usually feel like this after drinking, the alcohol content wasn't really that high, well technically, it wasn't up to half. It was just forty percent. I already knew how stupid I sounded.

I managed to get up from the tiles and walk round my apartment for a bit. I honestly didn't know why I was hallucinating, that was definitely not my first time of drinking Whiskey and I've had more than that in the past and I have never felt anything like what I was feeling before.

I had a lot of research to make today. I was going to have to consult a travelling agent and also book my flight.

I wouldn't have been in this whole stupid mess if Derek Payton had just been polite, but he just had to come out rude because he was some rude, sexy ass billionaire. I hated him like shit, but I wasn't going to lie, the dude was sexy.

I grabbed my laptop from the dining table where it'd been overnight and opened my browser to make a quick research. The headquarters of the famous tech company was in Bath, England. I never even knew that a place like that existed until now.

I sat by dinning table doing a lot of research till evening. I had my precious ice-cream and chicken with me. My babies.

The flight from Manhattan to Somerset, England was going to take approximately eleven hours.Artem had called me earlier in the day, saying I was to leave the country by Sunday.

There were a million things I still had to do. I needed to get some supplies. I also needed to check the exchange rate from dollar to pounds although I knew that pounds had more value.

Never in my life did I think I was going to find myself in that type of situation.

"Hello Sadie." I said to my dog as she ran towards me, wagging her tail.

Sadie had been really sick lately, she had been having loss of appetite and she'd shed a lot of weight. The veterinary physician was coming to pick her up later today and she was going to be away from me for about three months because the physician said it was something serious.

It hurt so much because I doubted of I could live one day without my dog.

My phone had been on vibrate mode, it started beeping and vibrating on the sofa. I wasn't actually expecting anyone's call again today .

It was an unknown number.

"For the love of God who are you? " I murmured as I answered the phone.

" Lani Lani, ven a recogernos estamos en el aeropuerto." The person on the other line said. He sounded very excited.

{Lani Lani, come pick us up we are at the airport.}

Whoever it was that was calling me sounded like an excited idiot.

"Huh." I managed to say. I was damn too confused to make a complete statement.

"Dije que deberías venir a recogernos." The person said.

{I said you should come and pick us up.}

Didn't the person understand English? One thing bothered me though, how did the person know that I was bilingual and I spoke Spanish.

I decided to ask the person who he was because it was definitely a male voice.

"Hola, por favor, ¿con quién estoy hablando?" I asked in Spanish managing to sound not so rude.

{Hello, please who am I speaking with. }

"Pablo Estás hablando con el novio de, Pablo Nadine. "

{Pablo You are speaking with Pablo, Nadine's boyfriend. }

What in the name of God was wrong with my mum. She never even informed me that she was leaving Puerta Rico. I honestly hated the type of situation that I'd been finding myself in lately.

The last time my mom visited was when I was still working in Beverly hills back in California and that was well over a year and a half ago.

What in the world was wrong with Nadine. I had a lot of things going on in my life and her visit was the last thing I was ready for. Why did she just have to show up when I was going to be leaving for England in a few days.

¿En qué aeropuerto están ustedes?" I asked.

{What airport are you guys at?}

It was getting late and a part of me wanted to abandon them there.

" Aeropuerto internacional de Canarias" Pablo replied.

{Canary International Airport}

"Estaré allí. " I said before cutting the call. I didn't even wait for him to say bye.

{I'll be there.}

It was almost 8pm. in the evening and I was supposed to drive to Canary airport, the tendency of there being traffic was very high. The airport was over an hour from my apartment.

They could have just requested for an uber instead of disturbing me. I'd been trying my very best to be nice to people since the incident with Derek Payton but people just seemed to annoy me over and over.

I knew within me that her visit was going to be a nightmare, she and her so-called new boyfriend were going to keep fucking on my kitchen counter and the thought of that just irritated me the more.

She was the one who called me sometime ago crying about her boyfriend that broke up with her and here she was again.

Nadine was diagnosed of an illness that I couldn't pronounce about two years ago she was on the rebound, doctors said she should always have someone to help her with things. I had to employ someone to take care of her but she chose to rather have boyfriends and she kept on changing them.

There had been a lot of complaints from her, I would be busy at the office or extremely busy at night when she would call me and complain about her boyfriends . She would date guys that were even younger than I was and then she would call me later to complain. It got to a point where I had to block her number because of her incessant early morning and late night calls.

I scanned the dinning table for my keys before walking into my bedroom to have a change of clothes. I settled for a baggy tee and jean shorts with black sandals. The weather was fucking hot outside.

...

The drive to the airport was a long one. It was even longer than what I had planned for, I was fucking stuck in traffic for an hour. There was no way cars could move and the cause of the traffic wasn't even known.

Pablo kept calling me but the one thing that I badly wanted to do was get out of traffic first. I didn't need anybody's interference.

I finally got to the airport, getting there was one thing and finding them was another thing.

I dialled my mother's number but it was switched off. I decided to call her boyfriend, Pablo's number.

"Donde estan chicos? "

{Where are you guys at? }

"Estamos en la puerta del aeropuerto, escuché que son unos quince minutos desde la entrada principal."

{We are at the airport gate, I heard its about fifteen minutes from the main entrance. }

Fuck it! I was definitely getting home after midnight. There was no fucking way I could survive another minute in the car. The weather was damn too hot. What I needed was a cold shower and I also needed to be under an air conditioner for hours.

The time seemed longer than fifteen minutes because I drove to meet another traffic.The airport road was a two-lane road, one for vehicles going and one for vehicles coming, and there seemed to be no cause of the traffic.

"Move your damn car! " I yelled at the SUV in front of my car, pressing the horn of my toyota. The road was a bit free in front of the SUV and it seemed to be at a standstill. Some drivers were just naturally dumb.

Other drivers behind the SUV driver had to yell at him before he moved and there was no airport official present.

"Meh, how the fuck is no official here? " I mumbled beneath her breath.

I finally got to the airport gate and then got out of my car. There was no way I was going to look for them after what I had suffered in the traffic.

"Hola Dónde estás? " I asked once I dialed his number.

{Hello, where are you? }

"Te veo, te veo. " he sounded like a stupidly excited person.

{ I see you, I see you. }

"The fuck is he excited about? " I murmured.

"Entonces ustedes deberían bajar porque no puedo buscarlos. " I said, I did them the favour of driving from the entrance to the airport gate, the least the could do for me was to come down to my car.

{Then you guys should come down because I can't look for you. }

"Si si lo haremos." he said in an excited tone. What was actually making him excited?

{ Yes, yes we will}

I stood by my car for minutes, waiting for them to come over.

"¡Lani, Lani por aquí!" I could hear two people exclaiming from behind me.

{Lani, Lani over here!}

I turned back to see my mother with a plumb pot-bellied man, he looked like was in his thirties, I wasn't certain if it was early or late. That had to be the damn Pablo.

There was no sign of excitement on my face. I had to make it clear to her that I wasn't going to take any of her late night shenanigans.

"Lani, ¿no estás feliz de vernos?" My mother asked with a confused look. She was expecting me to be so excited when I saw them, but she got the opposite reaction.

{Lani aren't you happy to see us? }

The fuck was I supposed to be excited for?

The list of things I was planning on saying to her was endless.

"Mamá, sabes que al menos podrías haber llamado o enviado un mensaje de texto. Te prometo que la próxima vez que hagas una mierda como esta actuaría como si no te conociera. ¿Sabes la distancia entre este aeropuerto y mi apartamento? Me tenías atascado en el." I yelled. The anger on my face became so obvious, my cheeks reddened.

{Mum, you know you could have at least called or texted. I promise you the next time you pull shit like this, I'd act like I don't know you. Do you know the distance between this airport and my apartment, you had me stuck in traffic. }

"Lo siento, mi teléfono murió mientras estaba en el avión." Nadine had always tried to handle my rudeness while I was a child, but that just seemed to be what I inherited from my father. She just had to learn to live with it.

{I'm sorry, my phone died while I was on the plane. }

" Vio telenovelas en Netflix durante todo el viaje." That was the moment Pablo knew he was going to interrupt our conversation .

{She watched telenovelas on Netflix all through the journey. }

"Lani aún no has cambiado, sigues siendo mi grosera hija. " Nadine remarked, totally ignoring Pablo.

{Lani you've still not changed, still my rude daughter}

"You know what guys, please just get in the car I'm really not ready for any arguments. It's getting late and we won't be home till midnight. " I said, completely ignoring my mother and her pot-bellied boyfriend .

I pressed the little button on my keys so that my trunk would open.

Nadine walked to get her bags in while Pablo stood there looking confused.

My guess was right, he couldn't speak or understand English, I had made the decision that I was going to avoid him as best as I could because I wasn't going to be liable to answer stupid questions from him.

...

The drive home was a nightmare. Nadine and Pablo couldn't stop being touchy, thank goodness I said they should both stay in the passengers seat behind even though I could still hear them.

"Mum could you guys please have some fucking courtesy. We are stuck in fucking traffic and y'all are acting like teenagers. I'm not in the best of moods today so please guys, just behave. " I snapped while I turned back to face them. I was trying to find the shortest route home and all they could do was act like horny high school teenagers.

"Must you always be rude? " Nadine asked.

"Yes!" I snapped back at her angrily as I gripped the steering wheel tight.

We seemed to be at a standstill. All the cars were for in the same place for about five minutes.

After what seemed like forever, we finally got to my apartment. It was past midnight.

"So mum this is a three-bedroom apartment, you and your boyfriend would be sharing a room. I guess you guys won't mind. " I said as I opened I door widely for their bags to also get in.

"You would also be sharing the same bathroom. It's by your room. " I turned on the living room light and turned on the AC. I needed a cold bath. That night was one hell of a night.

"That would be great! " Nadine exclaimed.

Sometimes I always wondered if that was my mum, I was so different from her. Well I inherited some things from mum, but basically all of my behaviors were from dad. I was so different from mum.

"It's down the hallway." I left the living room before anybody could say any other thing. It was midnight and I was tired.

I walked straight to have a cold shower and go to bed. My mother and Pablo could suit themselves for the night. The kitchen and living room was open to them.

I would get mad all I wanted later but during that period, I needed rest .