0036.

The next morning.

Stacy lazily yawned as she opened her eyes.

"Jerome." She muttered, tabbing on the bed to feel him, but he wasn't on the bed.

She gets off immediately and checked the room, but he wasn't there.

Getting off, she realized she was still naked and the memory of what happened last night came back to her, making her blush.

She shrugged the thought of and walked into the bathroom and brush her teeth then wipe her face before heading downstairs.

She wondered where Jerome could be as she couldn't find him even at the seating room.

"Jerome! Where are you?" She called, and the lights went off.

Her heart skipped.

Knowing that she is the only one in the house, she panicked.

"Who…who is there?" Stacy muttered, brushing off some strands of hair from her face.

"Je… Jerome!" She yelled, then she started hearing some footsteps coming closer to her.

"Please don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!" Stacy pleaded, closing her eyes, then she heard a loud voice and laughter.

"Surprise!"

Stacy slowl