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Adele's pov 👙


My eyes snapped opened at the loud blaring of my phone's ringtone.. I sleepily reached for and received the call without checking the caller's ID.

"Hello!" I yelled at whoever called me.

"Yo.. miss Rodgers, good morning to you too" a familiar voice responded.

My eyes grew wider and I made to sit up abruptly, but an arm tightly wrapped around my waist kept pulling me down.

"Arthur?"

"The one and only" he replied.

I smiled.

"It's a surprise that you called me, is Jasmine's phone not reachable?" I asked.

He went silent, then I heard shuffling sound as though he's moving.

"We talked last night, I just wanted to inform you I'm back..."

He's back? Wasn't he supposed to arrive today? Or did I mistook the date?

"...you know, before you hear it from Jas and send me to an early grave"

"Oh"

I smiled...

That was before when I was still obsessed with him, I'd be sad and angry when he informs Jas about everything he does... everything that goes on in his life.

Honestly, I'm quite shocked they didn't end up together.. they were like the power couple!

"Right... I tried reaching Jasmine this morning, but the reception is kinda bad.. I couldn't hear her clearly..."

I rolled my eyeballs, it's all about Jasmine after all.. he's lucky Jas is my best friend.. I would have jealously killed her by now.

"... I wanted to invite her to my farmhouse"

"Your farmhouse?"

"Yeah"

"Why? You seldom goes there"

He sighed deeply.

"You know there's is a very deep misunderstanding between Jasmine and Victoria... "

"Victoria?" I asked in a very confused tone.

"Yes.. my girlfriend"

His girlfriend? He had.. no, has a girlfriend? How come I know nothing about her? Why am I just hearing about her?

"I wanted to invite Jasmine, Victoria has a few words to say to her"

"Well, Jas... "

I trailed off and searched for my alarm clock, I found it but my head grew bigger than a football when I saw the time.

I'm dead! Elvis is so gonna barbeque me!

"Adele? Are you still there?"

"Yeah"

"Please relay my message to Jas"

"I will but I have to go, I'm late for work" I said and hurriedly hanged up.

I turned to Clark, he's still sleeping soundly and peacefully.

My eyes traced his features and I smiled, his sharp athletic jaws, his long eyelashes and pink kissable lips...oh my God! They're tempting me right now!

But noooo, I must overcome this temptation.

His mouth is slightly opened made him look like a cute baby...he must be a chubby kid.

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