Chapter 53: A Concussion

"What, do you want to see what your vomit looks like?"

Leonard's mocking voice rang in my ears.

He'd caught me. I averted my gaze awkwardly. "No, your cuff links just looked familiar."

Leonard's cuff links were as stuffy as he was. They were made of mother-of-pearl and had some insignia carved on them. I was no expert when it came to accessories like this, but I could tell that they were expensive.

Leonard let out a snort, then poured me a glass of water. "Rinse your mouth."

There was an indescribable odour in my mouth, so I took the water from him.

Who would've known that I'd vomit again the moment the water hit my mouth.

...

Leonard happened to be standing right by my bed. This time, I vomited all over his trousers.

"Queena Jones!"

He growled my name through gritted teeth.

I didn't have the time to fuss over him. My stomach only stopped roiling after I'd emptied its contents, and I panted heavily while leaning against the bed.