I had trouble waking up the next morning. The blissful dreams of Alexander were way to comforting and the thought of having to go see Marcus dreaded me.
Perhaps I could've skipped a day, or simply called in sick; however Marcus had specifically dialed my phone leaving a message that referred to how he had missed me and wished to see me.
With a sigh, I tossed out of bed and didn't bother doing it so gracefully. Nor did I bother fixing up the creases that crinkled out on the sheets or even fix up my duvet.
Walking into my ensuite, I freshened up and tied my hair up in a high and tight pony tail. Today I wore a red, velvet materialized pencil skirt, with a black shirt tucked in, slipping on a long necklace with black, heeled boots.
Grabbing one of my many handbags, I didn't stick around m
