“Mr. Baker?.”
I heard a knock on my bedroom door, but I ignore it. I feel like s**t and this headache is not helping. The knock continues.
“what the f**k do you want.?” I yelled.
“Sir, Ms. Johnson is here to see you.”
I jumped out of bed as quick as I can, pulled my pants on. f**k we’re is my T-shirt? I grab the T-shirt of last night and made my way downstairs. Why do I feel so nervous? My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets the moment I took Mia’s appearance in. She is as beautiful as always, my sweet, sweet Mia, looking like an angel. She turned around to face me and I can see the grief all over her face. I want to take it away, but I gave it to her.
“Morning,” I hissed.
“Morning, sorry to bother you so early, I just wanted to give you the keys to the apartment, I tried cal
