Chapter 8: The Red-head.

An hour passed, and Jon hasn't arrived.

Suddenly, the bedroom door's knob started rattling and it opened. I heard an unmistakable female giggle and Jon's low voice. It is so obvious that he has company. I scrambled to get dressed, but couldn't do so before Jon and a red-head woman walked inside the bedroom.

She's pretty, tall, and worse, she's wearing IVD Club's foot wear from three seasons ago.

We all just stood there, staring at each other, staring at me who's still completely naked.

"Tessy—you scared the shit out of me," Jon said.

He's not even looking scared enough as far as I'm concerned. "My doorman didn't mention you were up here."

As I was about to wear one of Jon's dirty T-shirt that was laying on the floor, then I caught the girl eyeing me. It was more like in an appalling manner—an envious once-over.

"I guess he forgot," I hissed.

"I'll take my leave," the red-head said, looking helpless like a tortoise turned upside down.

"You better do that," I said, pointing toward