Rheya’s POVThe sound of my alarm jerked me awake. My head felt like it had been hit by a truck. I need to stay away from alcohol. I don’t even remember how I ended up back in my room. I stumbled my way into the bathroom. My hair was a mess, no surprise there.And my lips…they felt different. I touched them, trying to piece together last night.Images of Mr Raygan flashed in my mind. I kissed him. My stomach fluttered at the memory, butterflies erupting the moment the kiss deepened.I must be crazy…dreaming of him like that.A laugh escaped me at the thought. I could already picture his angry, dangerous expression if he knew I had actually kissed him.After all, I am just the help.The dark circles under my puffy eyes were atrocious-a cruel reminder of last night’s ridiculous crying. Two people, both selfish, neither giving a thought beyond what they could take from me.I slapped on some eye patches and let them work their magic as I tidied up my new room.This house could very well
Last Updated : 2026-03-06
