Loving The Mafia King
I steal a quick glance at the screen, but it’s not the message that grabs my attention; it’s the glaring time that sends a jolt of panic through me.
In an instant, I sit up straight, my heart racing as the realization hits me—I’ve overslept! I throw the covers off in a frenzy, the fabric tangling around my legs as I leap out of bed. I dash toward the bathroom, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I turn on the shower, the sound of water crashing against the tub echoing in my ears. I can’t believe I slept for so long; I thought I’d only close my eyes for a few minutes. Instead, I feel like a zombie, utterly drained, as if I never truly fell asleep at all. Everything feels disoriented and he
Bab Populer