(Lily's POV)
I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, but no Orlando. There was a tray of English breakfast beside my bedside stool, and tucked underneath it was a note that simply read:
“Off to work. Don't be late.”
Asshole!
My phone rang loudly and with a shrill tone. I cursed under my breath. Taking a look at the phone, the caller ID read ‘Zayne’.
I picked up the phone and cleared my throat. “Hello, Zayne.”
There was a distant ruffle in the background, and then his voice finally filled the phone. “Hey, beautiful. How did it go?”
I was wondering whether or not to tell him what had transpired.
I groaned for effect. “I f****d him. Is that bad?”
The line went silent for a while.
“Hello, Zayne, are you there?” I asked, unsure whether he was still on the line.
“Yeah, yeah, I am.
