She slept straight through until morning.
Evelyn Grant's alarm went off right on time.
When she opened her eyes, Preston Keaton was still there. One arm was wrapped around her, and in his other hand, he held his phone, lazily replying to a message.
She couldn't see clearly, but she caught a glimpse of the two words he typed.
"No time."
The screen went dark. He effortlessly picked Evelyn Grant up and laid her on his chest, holding her as if she were his own personal doll, to be positioned however he pleased. He playfully pinched her cheek, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"What time do you have to work?"
"Nine." She tried to get up but couldn't, glaring at him with puffed cheeks. "Let me go."
Last night she was crying in fear, and this morning she dared to glare at him.
'This girl never learns her lesson. She's a constant distraction, always making him worry.'
