14.

EROS' POV

By the times I got up the next morning, the time was already forty minutes after nine. I would've probably slept for much longer if Sebastian hadn't come banging on my door. Princess was curled up in a ball next to me on my bed, clearly not interested in day time activities just yet. I stumbled out of bed, and made my way down the stairs to my front door.

"Good morning, Mr. West." A worried Sebastian greeted, startled by the force at which I'd swung the door open.

"Morning, Sebastian." I let him in, and walked to the kitchen. "Why have you banged on my front door this morning? Did someone die?" I said, sarcastically, as I turned on the coffee making machine that sat on the far end of the kitchen island.

"Uhm, no, sir." Sebastian stood by the door. "It's just, the time is almost ten 'o' clock, Mr. West. You clock in at work at eight-thirty." He stated. I gestured for him to leave the door, and sit down in the living room, before joining him. I took a deep breath.

"Well, Seba