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My eyes snap open, and I jerk myself up, taking deep breaths, but a pain shoots through my head, hurting it like crazy. I wince and grab my head with both hands It feels like I've woken up from a long dream.
"Good morning, kiddo, here, take this hangover juice" I hear a ladylike voice I turn my head to see a lady in her late thirties holding a glass for me to take. I blink my eyes rapidly, looking at her - who is she?
Just then, I take a closer look at my surroundings and gasp in shock. I'm not in my house; it's not my home - it's his house!
What the hell happened last night?
How the hell did I end up here?
Did we do something? Like....already? My eyes widen at the thoughts crossing my mind.
I start biting my nails as I check myself... fuck, it's his shirt!
My mind goes blank, but the lady laughs and places the glass on the nightstand.
"Silly girl, I changed your clothes. You were sleeping so deeply, I didn't bother to wake you up" she says while cleaning the room, taking away used towels and replacing them with fresh ones.
I smile at her, while mentally slapping myself. Indeed, I'm a clumsy person who always gets myself into embarrassing situations.
I pandiculate, and my brows furrow when my eyes find a little cat roaming behind her. I take a closer look, and my eyes widen. "Is it your cat?" I ask her, pointing at it.
"Ah, no, it's not mine" she exclaims, continuing her work.
The cat jumps onto the bed, and I scoop up the tiny white furry ball in my hands. "We met again!" I smile and giggle when she relaxes in my arms.
"Then whose is it?" I ask, feeling a pool of curiosity, since I'm a curious and talkative person, and it's hard for me to keep my mouth shut until he......never-mind
"I'm not aware, kiddo," she says. "I always see her roaming around here, so I thought it was Zaryaansh sir's cat." She adds and I almost laugh at that - no way in hell! But it is here, how?
I remember last time I saw her a year ago when she was too small, and I gave her my purple bow. That's how I recognize her - she's still wearing it.
Furthermore, I stand up from the bed, still holding the cat, as my eyes fall on a mirror. I press my lips together while looking at my reflection. I look so small in his shirt, it almost reaches down my knees and the thing that makes my heart leap is that it's one of his black shirts - I have a thing for those.
If only I could steal every black shirt of his, I would have a whole collection. My thoughts interrupt when the realization hits me that Dad must be looking for me, as this is the only time we usually see each other; because the rest of the time he spends in his office.
