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Do you ever sleep and genuinely hope you didn't wake up the next day while constantly haunted by the memories of almost f*****g your contract husband?
No one? No? Yeah, me too.
The sun spilled from the blinds into the bed, and I squirmed on the mattress, sinking deeper into the blankets. I had no intention or zeal to wake up today, or ever. I'd rather rot on this bed and fade away than face Gerald.
The memories of last night stuck by me like a vengeful spirit, playing with my sanity and taunting me. There were bite marks all over my pillows as I took the embarrassment out of them. I sat up, then plopped down again.
What do I do? I squealed into my pillow again, feeling nothing but disgust flow in my veins. I'd been up for four hours, and the only reasonable solution I'd come up with
