Nanon, the son of the richest clan in Oregon had been living his life in the past for 17 years. Patiently waiting for that little boy who captured his heart. When he felt like destiny wasn't in his favor anymore, he finally gave up waiting until tha...
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"Nanon!!!!"
Her voice echoes through the whole third-floor of the packhouse that my eyes snap open almost instantly, too startled to even breathe for a moment before cursing mentally. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, I groan as it flashes me 6:27 in burning red light feeling robbed of the three minutes. Running my hands on the locks of my hair, I sit up on the bed and stares at the nothingness momentarily before throwing myself back to the mattress.
To ease me just a little bit, I shut my eyes tight once more and tries to enjoy the last minutes of my slumber before my alarm goes off. I twizzle to lie on my side and pulls the thick blanket to cover myself up to my neck before wiggling to a different position. But to no avail, I am already uncomfortable and cannot go back to sleep anymore.
"Ugh," I groan in frustration before completely kicking myself out of the bed.
Since I am now wide awake because of my dear sister, I grab the towel from the rack and just intend to indulge with the shower's warm water. I make my way into the enormous bathroom, and straight into the shower to turn the knob to the hottest temperature setting before stepping inside. The moment the water hits my nakedness, I sigh in total relief as I allow every drip to saturate every inch and part of me completely.
After spending enough merriment with my bath, I step out of the shower and wraps a robe around me, and walk to the sink where all my products are. First, I blowdry my hair which I then tie in a man bun while letting a lock of my hair hang loosely on my forehead, and do my morning routines. When done with my regimens, I make my way back into my walk-in closet to look for something worth wearing. Nothing fancy.
Whilst looking, the coldness of winter slaps my skin despite the closed doors and windows making me shiver. It's getting colder as the days pass by, and the snow is covering everything - creating a white winter wonderland. It's definitely not my most favorite time of the year since I do not have someone to warm me up, no one to share a cup of hot cocoa, and no one to sit in front of the fireplace whilst chatting or flirting. Absolutely no one and that thought alone lets my mind wander back to my mate that I haven't found yet after months of searching high and low.
When will I see him again?
The aloof individual's image lingers in my mind, eliciting a small curl on my lips sending all the warmth that my body can emit all the way to my cheeks. Despite not finding him yet, I have seen his face through CCTV footage from that night since he isn't wearing any masks. For once, I am thankful for technology in helping me out this time in finding my female.
Shrugging those memories away, I slip into a pair of dark jeans, a white button-down shirt underneath a charcoal wool overcoat, and brown Chelsea boots. I check my outfit once more in front of the mirror before deciding to go downstairs for breakfast because I am famished.
