AMY'S POV
I groaned at the sound of my phone ringing and the continuous ringing of my doorbell.
"What the hell?" I groaned as I rolled to the edge of the bed and stretched my hand to the bed stand to pick my phone.
"Who is it?" my eyes were half opened as I tried to look at my phone screen.
Shit, it was Britney. My eyes flew open immediately. Why was she here this early?
I sat up, ignoring the soreness between my thighs.
"Open the damn door, Amy!" Her voice came in sharp and commanding immediately I answered.
"s**t! What is she doing here? She can't see him…" I looked over to the other side of the bed and was surprised to see it vacant.
I tossed my phone back on the bed stand, ignoring the multiple notification sounds coming in. Social media is probably going craz
