Abigail rolled over on the bed. With a smile playing on her lips.
She was half asleep and awake at the same time, oblivious of her surroundings, but one thing was sure is that the room smelled so good.
She would love to remain on the bed, keeping her head on the pillow, but the urge to get water was stronger than her desire to rest.
She would just return after drinking to her fulfillment. Abigail opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. There's no ceiling fan in the bedroom. Did her assistant rearrange the room while she was gone?
Abigail finally raised her head getting a clear view of the bedroom. "s**t!" She cussed. Even if her bedroom was rearranged there's no way it suddenly got this large.
And the bed? She looked at the bed which she laid on. It was a goddamn king-sized bed.
Dam
