Destiny struck

Chapter 11

Scarlette's POV

My hands hurt a lot due to turning and tossing all night with the cuffs. It would take time to get adjusted to it. With the little sleep I got, I wouldn't have waken up at 5 in the morning even if God showed up. But Hayden started moving around waking me up hesitantly.

“What's wrong with you?!” I muttered sleepily.

“The keys!?!!” he sounded frustrated.

“The keys what?!” I said finally opening my eyes and looking at him.

“I can't find the keys!” he said pushing the pillows.

“What on earth ?! I'm stuck with you, now??!”

“Don't you think I should be the one saying that!??” he rolled his eyes at me.

I threw a pillow at him as a answer.

“See. You are proving me right!” he sneered.

“Okay I have a plan. Let's sleep now and search for the keys after getting up.” I said falling back in bed making him fall.

“No. Some people have work to do!” he said as he pulled me back up.

“Ouch, it hurts moron!” I said wincing at the bruise that's starting to show up due to the hand cuffs.

“I didn't want to hurt. Start searching from the other side of the bed and then we will search downstairs. The keys should be here.” he mumbled while shifting the books in the shelf.

“A sorry would have been nice!” I complained getting up to search.

The hunt went on for another hour while pulling and pushing each other unknowingly until finally he gave up and dropped on the couch.

“I should get to work, this is taking a lot of time.” he said picking the laptop.

“So how do you plan on getting this off?”

“I don't know, okay?! I didn't know there would be a girl in my house who I would have to keep cuffed to me and I would lose the keys in like four hours!!” he yelled face-slamming himself.

“You don't even have a spare key ?!”

“Nooo. See this is why I didn't want a partner!” he sounded so genuinely frustrated, I started feeling guilty.

“Okay, fine. Your right hand is free so work with that while I Google stuff with my left and get to know more about the painting, my case, the vault, etc.” I tried sounding calm just to make him feel better.

“Yeah. Just... please don't talk.” he said absent mindedly.

The want to hit him hard was so hard to give into but somehow I'm the reason for his miserableness, so it's only fair to let him away with things like that.

I laid my neck on his shoulders as my neck got tired only to get my head pushed away along with a rude comment.

“If this has to work, then we have to be highly professional. That means no leaning, no holding hands and  any other mushy behaviour like that!!” he glared at me.