All Chapters of Drop-Dead in Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A scream built up in Kat's chest and expelled out of her lips just. The figure blinked once, then disappeared. She swung her legs off the bed and bolted towards the door, but she barely reached it when it swung open.She didn't stop running. In fact, she sprinted right through the gap, not caring what she'd find on the other side, as long as it meant getting away from that thing behind the window, because it bore a close resemblance to Auric and his sneering smile.Fortunately, there was nothing weird on the other side of the door. Unless you count Calix, w

Kat needed to go back to LA as soon as possible. Like, immediately. Right freaking now—Okay, so Lissy hadn't really said that her appointment with Evelyn was urgent. Actually, Kat could go back any time she pleased and Evelyn wouldn’t give her a hard time, but Kat just couldn't wait. The simple thought of being offered her dream job was enough to make her a jumping bean. But of course, her path to that event was still riddled with loose ends and hurdles.And the biggest hurdle was no other than Calix.

"We will not stay here for long, will we?" Calix asked as another car zoomed past them. "Surely we do not need to—""We have to. Or at least I have to," Kat cut in irritably, clutching her phone so hard her knuckles turned white, craning her head to see if there's an electric blue Hyundai in the distance. Alas, there was not a single sign of it. She cursed under her breath.Yes, she was glad to be out of the airport's arrival area, but the outside of the building wasn't much better. The eleven o'clock sun was beating down directly on the shade, tiltin

The slap of Kat's heels against the white tiled floor was music to her ears, but the weight of familiarity became heavy when she saw the colorful paint splash logo of Beaufort Farlowe, which occupied the seventeenth to twentieth floors of this thirty-story building called Pacific Blue.True to its name, Pacific Blue had a blue-themed interior and exterior, but the Beaufort Farlowe floors were pretty much a rainbow wonderland. The offices, the décor, the dividers, and even the flowering plants were blooming with color. The only drab thing in the whole place were the conference rooms, especially the one at the twentieth floor, which the senior executives occupied.

Kat wanted to believe that Calix's absence was a blessing in disguise, but she refused to acknowledge the possibility that she might have just set him loose in LA, where he could hunt her down if he pleased.This irrational fear hid from her the truth, which was that he was still lurking around in the cafe.

Russia? China? Sweden? Somewhere far. Somewhere with a different language.Kat laid on the hotel bed, clutching her phone and poring through the list of flights for tomorrow. There were a lot, but for her purpose, the place should be as far away from Los Angeles as possible, so Calix would not have any means to find her. Well, honestly, she wasn't even sure about staying in LA but—

The panic that exploded in Kat's chest was so thick and pure that it was almost tangible.Right now all she could think of doing was finding Calix, the only one who could (possibly) give her answers. She jumped to her feet, speeding through the zig-zagging people, clutching Calix's stuff to her chest while her purse dangled around. A bigger bag would've been more convenient, but for the first time since their trip here, she was actually glad that they hadn't brought an overnight bag with them. Her lack of things to lug around was the reason why she got to the store this fast.And for some reason Calix was rushing to get out too.

By the time they arrived at apartment B3, Kat was just done. She was sweating bullets, she'd just paid a hefty amount to cancel Calix's Japan flight and book him another one, and she'd sat next to a screaming child the entire hour-long plane ride back to Vegas.Oh, the absolute pain. The sheer torture. She couldn't wait to call it a day.However, her mind was relentlessly whirring in refusal to call it a day. Her skin was prickling. She felt compelled to move and fuss and keep her hands busy while her brain worked itself to near explosion.And that's why she was all too keen to prepare clothes for Calix, who was now in the shower. Kat had or

The ladies' section was filled with . . . well, ladies, which of course guaranteed the all-too-familiar looks of interest directed to Calix.But since Kat was no fashionista and she knew her sizes well, grabbing clothes as fast as possible was a breeze. What she didn't anticipate was Calix's curiosity, aimed at the slinky, provocative nightwear displayed a few shelves away."I have never seen that before," he said, pointing at a garter belt. "That contraption seems intricate."

"Stop!" Baby-Calix yelled, his voice still high and reedy, probably a couple of years away from being deep and developed. Still, he managed to sound commanding. "Leave him alone!"Okay, Kat thought as she followed him, this should be interesting now.The two goons froze at the sight of the kid barging in, their whips still high in the air in preparation for a fresh strike. The wounded man, after casting a dazed, absent look at baby-Calix, promptly collapsed on his own puddle of gold blood.Baby-Calix stepped forward as though to help the man, but the woman's sudden movement stopped him.She inclined her pretty head. "Who told you to interrupt, youn