“You’re still in bed seriously? Baby, I told you we would be having a royal breakfast and we can’t afford to be late!”, Sia yells as he stepped into his room. He is fully dressed, spotting a white tee and cargo pants.
I roll my eyes at him. “It’s your fault I’m still in bed.”
“And how is it my fault?”
“It’s your fault I’m sore,” I mutter, my cheeks heating up as I remember last night.
“Oh really? So, you’re blaming me for making love to you? I was only carrying out your request.”
“I said you could make love to me not drive me to the point of exhaustion. Hey!”, I yell as he rips the sheets from me. His eyes widened when he saw it. The blood I have been so desperately trying to hide.
“Jesus what happened here? It’s like I f****d virgins last night. Did you hurt yourself Crinka? Talk to
