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Chapter 8

Megan's POV

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing.

Oh God, who is calling me now?

I peeked through one eye and saw that the time was 9 am. Well, 9 am on Sunday morning is pretty early to me.

I reached for my phone and saw that it was an unknown number; I ignored it, it's too early to answer any unknown number.

I pulled the covers over my head, but the ringing didn't stop, the caller kept calling over and over again.

I picked up.

"What is it?!" I shouted at the poor person on the other line.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today!" the person said, and I could tell he, by the voice, was smiling.

"Please, who is this?" I asked yawning; I am NOT supposed to be awake now.

"I'm hurt, you know. Did you not save my number? Or are you too drunk to know it's me?" He asked with an amused voice.

I didn't say anything as I gradually lay my head back on the bed, prepared to go back to see and let whoever is on the other line keep talking.

"Megan? Are you there?"

Megan? Oh no, Pretty Boy?

I got up again. "Pretty Boy?" I asked.

"Yup, the one and only!" he replied.

I groaned loudly, loud enough for him to hear. "Why on Earth are you calling me now?"

"Because I missed you!" he stated.

"Yeah right! Why are you calling me? Because if it's not important, I swear to God-"

"Okay okay! I surrender! Quick question, how do you spend your Sundays?" He asked.

"Sleeping. Now leave me be," I grunted, tempted to cut the call. But, I didn't want to be rude.

"Really? All day?" He asked again.

"Of course not, you bonehead!" I responded, getting out of bed. Because of Pretty Boy, I'm not sleepy anymore. "I sleep, do some chores and then go to work."

"Who goes to work on Sunday?"

"Me! Sunday or not, people need to work in hotels." I retorted, putting on my fluffy dinosaur slippers and going to the bathroom.

"Wow, I wished you work in my hotel. The maid there is boring with tiny boobs," he said.

I smirked, remembering Bianca, "Unfortunately I don't, now leave me alone. I need to wash up." I said.

"Okay, see you soon," he said cutting the call.

See me soon? How? I remembered his text message in the night, that pretty boy is quite funny when he wants to be.

I brushed my teeth, took a bath, and wore jeans; a button down red checkered shirt and a black jacket. I packed my hair into a ponytail as I went next door.

The lovely scent of bacon filled my nostrils the moment I stepped in. No doubt Susan was involved.

"Good morning Meg," the twins said at the same time, as soon as they saw me. That didn't freak me out at all; I'm used to it.

"Morning D's," I said removing my jacket, hanging it and moving to the kitchen.

"Good morning pa Jethro," I greeted the only father figure I knew.