“Umm…I don’t think…” I protested as I scooted away further onto the bed in my panic.
To my further surprise, Hayden began laughing at me and that was when I realized that he must have pulled a joke on me. Not that I found it very funny; however, I was very relieved that he didn’t insist on going for another round tonight.
In the end, I fell asleep in Hayden’s arms from exhaustion, and I didn’t remember anything else about that night. The next morning, nothing woke me up until I started stirring in my sleep on my own. My body decided that it had had enough rest and wanted to wake up. Precisely because of that, I woke up late and by the time that I sat up in bed, Hayden was no longer there by my side. Panicking a little, I got out of bed and went looking for him.
He was no where to be found and the time displayed on the clock hanging on the wall explained why. It was almost noon! Honestly, I was shocked at how much I had overslept.
‘Are you awake, sleepyhead?’
Hayden sent me a teasing message along with a photo of me sleeping on his bed. When this he take this photo? I quickly zoomed into the photo to see if I was drooling in my sleep. This is so embarrassing!
I didn’t know what to reply to Hayden, so I decided to reply to him later. It was already this late so Hayden must have left for work a long time ago. Things were probably still busy and hectic because Hayden had been so disciplined in going to work for a while now. Before when we lived together in the penthouse, he was super laid back and didn’t seem to care much about his work at all.
Oh, right! The other thing that I need to worry about right now is Little Hayden. Where is he? Is he alright? Has he had breakfast? How many times a day is a dog supposed to eat anyways?
So many questions ran through my brain that I was struggling to keep up. To make matters worse, I didn’t have any clothes. All my clothes were back in my room and the clothes that I had worn when I came over here was torn, thanks to Hayden. I wrapped the towel that Hayden gave me last night around my body and was about to walk out of the room when the door opened, and Auntie stood there like an angel sent to rescue me from my distress.
“Good morning,” she said with a knowing smile.
In her right hand, she held my clothes hanging from a few hangers while her left hand held a tray of fruits and sandwiches. In that moment, I was certain that heaven existed, and it sent her as an angel to save me.
“Thank you…so much…” I said as relief flooded my body.
“You should eat and get dressed. Master Hayden already left for work, but he was quite worried about you,” Auntie said as she walked in and placed the tray on a table.
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