40- Hashbrown

The next day when River woke up, she stretched in bed with a smile. Last night whatever happened felt like a dream. She wanted to stay in bed and wanted to remember whatever Marwick did to her with his hands, lips, and tongue.

She could still feel his taste on her lips.

She got up and pressed the bell to call Greta.

“Good morning, ma’am,” the middle-aged woman greeted her with the same sweet smile.

“Hello, Greta.” She tried to get up from the bed and felt a little shaky.

“Careful, Ms.” Greta at once got to her in time, “your meds are making you dizzy.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, Greta. Please tell the chef I want to have a large breakfast.” She told her excitedly and Greta knew that for some reason the girl seemed too happy and too chirpy today.

She at once went to the intercom and asked the chef to cook a bigger portion of her favorite food.

River took some extra time in the shower today. She wanted to smell good. Though Marwick was expected to arrive at night, but she didn’t want to