NATASHAA shrill sound pierced the quiet of my room. I grunted, immediately recognizing it—my alarm. When it shrieked again, I bolted upright from the bed, groaning.“Bloody hell!” I cursed, slapping my palm over my face. My hand fumbled for the phone and quickly silenced the relentless noise.“Time to wake up!” Siri’s cheerful voice chimed. I didn’t even need to check the time; it was already 7 a.m.I sprang from the bed, scrambling to gather the clothes strewn across the chair. Last night’s chaos had left a trail—shirts, skirts, and undergarments tossed in the heat of passion. Dougal had been far too impatient to wait, leaving our trail of chaos as evidence of what had happened.Right, where was he? I wondered, glancing around. The chairs, table, and wardrobe bore the marks of his presence, but Dougal himself was nowhere in sight.The door opened, and as if summoned by my thoughts, Dougal stepped in, carrying a tray of breakfast.“Hey, buttercup,” he greeted, his eyes lighting up wh
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