It was past nine in the morning when I woke up. I panicked because I realized I was already late. It’s all because Godfather was so persistent.
I complained while shaking my head, then quickly got up and headed to the bathroom. I was immediately greeted by the fragrant scent of the soap Godfather uses. It looked like he had already returned from his jog.
I took a quick shower, but I made sure my body was clean. It would be embarrassing if I smelled bad; Godfather might not find me desirable anymore. I laughed at myself.
"You’re becoming quite a flirt, Amber Gel," I scolded myself. But I couldn't help but shake my head at the thought.
After showering, I dressed quickly. Godfather and I startled each other when I stepped out of the room just as he was heading in.
"Why are you in such a
