LUCKY'S POV
"What the fuck do you have in this suitcase? A dead body?" I fumed. I almost broke my back pulling Krystal's luggages from the ramp. I assumed she would have changed her mind about moving to England. I really thought she had just made that decision because she was heartbroken and wasn't thinking straight. But here we were in the land where the T was silent in the word water. Like, what the fuck is wa'er? Anyway, here we were on our way to see this cabin in the middle of some place called Lupair Valley. I bet it is haunted, I mumbled to myself. Krystal was so easily trusting. Who spends millions of dollars on a place they had never seen before? We could be walking into a trap. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"Don't be such a drama queen. We made it in one piece, didn't we? Even though you swore we were gonna crash when the plane hit a few bumps."
"There are no roads in the sky. So how the hell can there be bumps up there? Next time you decide to move halfway across the globe, we are taking a damn boat. I hate planes," I huffed. "Plus, that damn bastard with the goatee kept coughing in my face. He didn't even have the decency to cover his mouth or say sorry. Aren't the English supposed to be well-mannered?" I rolled my eyes. My throat was a bit itchy, and I felt a fever coming on.
"That man is an archaeologist. His name is John, and he told me he was just in Egypt visiting a newly discovered Egyptian tomb," Krys smiled. "I enjoyed talking to him."
"Ok missy. Tame those hormones and help me with your luggage."
"You know, it wouldn't hurt you to be more friendly with people. John tried speaking to you, but it was useless with you mumbling 'We're gonna die' every two seconds."
"No, thanks. I like being moody and rude, so folks know from the get go I don't fucking like people."
"You're such a weirdo," Krys laughed.
"I know."
"Krystal? Lucky?" We heard the familiar voice greet us. We turned to see an amused-looking Leonardo grinning at us. Brad's Best Man. "What in heaven's name are you girls doing here?" His golden spheres held so much warmth it almost made me vomit. He was such a decent person, but I always behaved shitty with him because he hung out with Brad and I just couldn't cipher their friendship because they were polar opposites.
"We just mo—" I bumped Krystal on her shoulder before she could spill the beans. I couldn't have Leo running his mouth off to Brad. We had to block his number. He kept calling Krys, begging her to take him back. What a pathetic loser.
"We are here for a little getaway, you know, after your best friend fucked my best friend over on her wedding day." I folded my arms across my chest. Leo's smile jumped from his face.
"Look, I'm sorry about that. And trust me, I told him I never wanted to see him again after what he did. I have three sisters."
Well, I did not expect that. But I was glad he finally dumped Brad, too.
"It's OK, Leo. It's not your fault." Krys beamed. "So, how does it feel to be back home? I know you are originally from England."
That would explain his accent. I watched his lips move as he answered Krystal. He was quite handsome. I never noticed it before, since I was always too busy mouthing off with Brad. His dirty blonde hair was a wavy mess on top of his head, and his golden brown eyes were big and bright. His pearly white teeth were even brighter as he smirked at Krys. Of course, he had a thing for her. Who didn't? My bestie was gorgeous, and she had a sweet personality.
"Yeah, I feel great, but my family doesn't know I'm back. I hope they will be pleased to see me." He sounded unsure. Something was off about his statement. Plus, he seemed sad.
"Well, I think they will be pleased to see you," Krys said.
"So, where are you girls headed? I could give you a ride since I already rented a car."
"We are going to Selene's Cabin in Lupair Valley," Krystal told him. His face went pale.
"What's wrong?" I asked, not liking his expression.
"Nothing. But are you certain that's where you two are supposed to stay?" He inquired. The look he was giving us indicated he was hoping we made a mistake.
"Yes," Krystal answered.
"OK," he exhaled. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he quickly changed his mind.
"It's haunted, isn't it?" I threw my hands in the air. "I fucking knew it!"
"No, no. It's not. It's just I know the place, and I've never seen anyone up there. That's all."
"So you're saying it's safe?" I asked.
"Yes. No one will bother you up there. Just stay away from the north woods and you'll be fine."
"Why? Are there bears up there?" Krystal inquired. Me, I was thinking maybe a family of cannibals live up there ready to eat me alive.
"Yes, but they are harmless compared to — you know what, I would rather not freak you girls out. You'll be fine. You're only going to be there for what? Two or three weeks?"
"About that, I sorta bought the place," Krys giggled.
"What?" Leo blinked rapidly.
"After what happened with Brad, I thought a change of scenery would do me well."
"Yep, we'll be living there. So you better tell us what else is in those woods apart from bears." I added.
He pondered a bit, rubbing the back of his neck, before he said, "Wolves."
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I was coughing up a storm by the time Leo pulled up on a narrow dirt track leading up a mountain. The drive up was mostly silent. Just small chit-chatting between Leo and Krys here and there. I slept through most of it. Nice people conversations bore the shit outta me.
"This is where the trail ends," Leo declared. He opened the car door for us. "My, you girls have a lot of suitcases," he said in amusement.
"A lady can't have too many red bottoms," Krys chuckled.
I rolled my eyes. "Look where we are girl," I gestured to the great dark forest. "I don't think you'll be running into Henry Cavill anytime soon, and, according to Leo here, we'll have a better chance running into Yogi Bear and the Big Bad Wolf."
We all broke into laughter.
"You girls can grab the lighter items. I'll get the heavier ones," Leo suggested.
After filling my hands with two huge suitcases and my duffle bag over my shoulder. I headed off. Krys was behind me, dragging two large, Louis Vuitton suitcases filled with lingerie and purses. My eyes though were drinking in Leo's backside as he led the way, pulling four suitcases at once. He had them stacked up on each other two at a time. He told us he'd go back for the other three left in the car.
The cool air picked up momentum, slithering up my nose and tickling my throat. I began hacking away, literally spitting the oxygen from my lungs. I had to stop and Leo gave me a bottled water. "Here, drink this. We're almost there."
I took the bottle. "Thank y— achu!" I sneezed mid-sentence. Leo wiped my snot off his face. "Sorry. Did I get you?"
"It's OK. I'll pick you up something for that cough tomorrow morning. Seems like you're coming down with something," Leo promised.
"Thanks. But I have some DPH somewhere in my bag," I told him.
After getting whipped and choked by these horny branches in the woods, we finally arrived at the cabin.
I took one look and said, "Hell to the fucking no. I'm not living here."