Ira
She woke up to the incessant knocking at her door. Groggy and tired she looked around. Her surroundings were new.
Sunlight streamed through the white curtains of her french door. Her clock said 10 am!
What the f**k? How did I oversleep? What happened to the f**k*ing alarm. She looked at her iPhone.
It was discharged and had died. No wonder the alarm hadn’t gone off. She quickly got up and sprinted to the door.
“Coming!” She cried sprinting towards the door, tying the belts of her satin kimono robe. She liked sleeping in her cosy innerwear and had to cover herself before getting to the door.
She opened the door and stood aside.
“Are you alright?” Liam barged as she stood taking in his formal look.
He was clean shaven and had slicked his short hair back. He was dressed in an all
