Sick.

Chapter 39

Anastasia's POV.

*The Next Day*

I woke up very early in the morning, as usual. I remembered what happened last night as my cheeks flushed so red. I should have controlled myself.

I couldn't still believe that I slept with someone whom I really hated. There was no way I would be able to show my face to him after everything that happened. I would just avoid him in any way that I could.

I prepared his breakfast, then went to the door of his room and knocked when I noticed that he wasn't coming downstairs.

"Is he not going to his workplace today?" I queried myself, thinking about everything. I knocked on his door, but he didn't reply me. I opened the door, and then I met him sleeping on the bed.

I scoffed as I saw him that way. Why would he be sleeping? He is someone who barely does something like that! I walked to where his bed was, and I saw that it was still scattered after what happened between us yesterday.

I touched his forehead, and I screamed. He was fucking hot.