CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
Precious rolled around on the bed. Gosh, she was comfortable. she rolled again and landed on the floor, painfully .
" Gosh, that hurt" Precious said weakly. Precious slowly opened her eyes, then widened her eyes then immediately sat upright . This isn't her house. Precious looked around, petrified. She looked at herself.
" Where is my clothes?" Precious said petrified. She was missing her top and trousers. In other words, she was only wearing her underwears . Precious stood up.
" What happened." Precious exhaled and inhaled " think, think, think,I..." Precious turned around instantly the door opened.
The person who stepped in was Emma—her boss’s son—holding a bowl of steaming soup and looking way too casual for someone who just walked in on a half-naked, very confused woman.
“What the hell are you doing here?!”
Emma blinked. “Bringing food?”
“Where are my clothes?!” she snapped, and quickly took a blanket from the bed and clutched it to her chest like her life depended on it.
“Ohhh... that.” He shifted awkwardly, stepping back slightly. “You, uh, kind of threw up. On yourself. And on me. It was everywhere. Like, the flood in Noah and the Ark”
She narrowed her eyes. “And so you took off my clothes?!”
“Hey, I was trying to help! You passed out. I couldn’t leave you soaked in your own barf. I mean, I have some morals.”
She stared at him.
“I washed your stuff,” he added quickly. “Mine too. Your clothes are drying now. I didn’t have any women’s clothes lying around—unless you wanted to wear my mum’s church wrapper?”
She made a noise halfway between a groan and a sigh, sinking back into the pillow.
“Oh, and you drooled on me too,” he added with a smirk. “Right here.” He pointed dramatically at his arm. “Trauma.”
“Get out, Emma!” precious said embarrassed
“Fine, but I’m leaving this soup here. Drink it. You need it. It’s pepper soup, not poison.”
She threw a pillow at him. “Out!”
As the door closed, she muttered under her breath,
“I can’t believe I barfed in front of him. And drooled.”
From the hallway: “And snored.”
“EMMA!”
- Writer
