Twenty Seven

When I woke up at exactly eleven o'clock in the afternoon, I couldn't believe how good and sound I had slept.

After the last few days of not being able to sleep without the help of sleeping pills, and the pressure I feel on my head, I'm quite surprised that just by the lewd things Rhysand did, he managed to get me back into a deep sleep. What he had taken.

I glanced at my hand which felt light, and my IV was gone. Whether Rhysand's personal doctor will be here and examine me, I really don't know. I slept like a fainted man. And that embarrassed me.

I sat myself up, staring at the New York daylight scene in front of my eyes for a moment. Feel that my head is light and my body is not shivering like yesterday. Then, I moved my feet to the side of the bed. I don't know what I'm going to do right now because it's eleven o'clock in the afternoon, and I can't possibly come to the office, right?

Especially after what Rhysand asked: to be his assistant, and...

I don't know what I was think