Honey.

He was about to leave the room when he gave an order. “I don’t want to meet you here when I come back,” he said firmly, his annoyance clearly evident in his voice.

Then, he opened the door and left.

I knew I didn’t have much time so I pulled myself off his bed. I walked towards where my dress was laying on the cold floor and quickly wore it. I brushed my messy hair and packed it into a tight bun, trying to look a little more decent.

I took a quick look around his room. ...