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Winter's pov:

I didn't get much sleep last night. I'm a very light sleeper. And it was a different bed in a unknown place. Of course I didn't get any sleep. It'll be a few days before I can get some decent rest. Well, maybe more cause he wants to sleep with me. That's gonna go well. Never slept next to anyone before. Not even my Ex.

I was grateful though. He did provide everything I needed for last night. Towels, women's shampoo and conditioner and clothes. It was obvious the clothes are his but it was better than nothing.

To be honest, I liked the oversized clothes on me. Something about it made me feel safe and comfortable. It was just his boxers and a dress shirt. And let me tell you something, them boxers are super comfortable. Damn.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw a glass of water and a letter on the night stand. I picked it up and read:

Morning bellissima, meet me downstairs for breakfast. There some clothes for you on the sofa.

I looked over at the sofa that sat right at the end of the bed, and sure enough my clothes were neatly folded. I'm not sure how I didn't hear him come in. I must've been dead asleep.

I looked back over at the nightstand and looked at the clock that read 8:43 a

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I looked back over at the nightstand and looked at the clock that read 8:43 a.m., Friday the 18th.

I changed into the clothes that he laid out for me and brushed my teeth and made my way out.

I was able to find my way rather easily. I knew this was a big house, so I'm surprised.

If you turn left from the room, it dead ends to the stairs leading down then there's the living room. Then a hallway that leads into few directions. But the first door to my left lead into a dinning area. A small one. And in that dinning room, sat a handsome man, who was looking at something on his phone. And yes, he is handsome. It's true. I will never deny that.

He hasn't touched his food. Or the food next to his, which I assume is mine. Looks like waffles, bacon and eggs, with a glass of orange juice.

"Morning," I announced myself.

He looked up and immediately his face britghened from seeing me.

"Good morning." He stood up and, like a gentleman, pulled my chair out for me to sit.

I simply smiled and sat down. "Thank you."

"How did you sleep?" He asked, upon sitting down.

"Alright." I lied. It was horrible. Toss and turn all night. I didn't want to tell him I'm a light sleeper. I may be able to use it to my advantage later.

"Good. I have my men bringing your stuff. Should be here shortly if it isn't here already."

"Cool. Thanks," I smiled, drinking my orange juice first.

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