Casey’s POV.
I enter my bedroom and rip the dress off my body. I’m more pissed that not only did I lose my favourite pair of Christian Louboutins, but now I have to get rid of my favourite Valentino dress. f*****g Russian scumbag has ruined my outfit and shoes.
I pick up the dress and throw it in a bag to be incinerated with the shoes. I sulk as I walk to the shower encloser in my bathroom and climb in and for the second time tonight wash away blood from my body.
Once I’m washed and blood free. I wrap my fluffy warm soft grey towel around my body and head into my bedroom. I look in the mirror and sigh. I look at my curls and groan. I better get to work taming them before I end up with a lion’s mane and looking like Monica from Friends.
Once I have applied my serum and begun to dry it
